Losing the Leaves

I am ploughing ahead without images and may well remove the earlier ones, as the computer system and the Blogspot system don't get on.  

Recent journeys to Aberystwyth have been through a darkening autumn landscape, and I seem to have taken lots of pictures of moody hills and low cloud.  The year is turning, the autumn is passing.  September seems a long time ago.  The light has changed; often now we do not see sunlight at all and the branches are black against a grey sky.  I had forgotten this monochroming of the landscape, as in six months the slow greening of the hills will also surprise me.  

I realised recently n a way this journey begins or ends at Kington.  There is a neat roundabout - plastered with hoardings for festivals and 911 conspiracy theories - where the A44 comes out of the hills and onto the English plains of Herefordshire, as if Wales stands still or stops in surprise.  Beyond that the road crosses the Midlands to Oxford.  This is a neat defining point for me, as I was looking for markers for the journey.  I finish my journey on the steep hill above Aberystwyth but one day I will walk the family journey along the promenade and lay a stone in the sea.