As I drove up the beautiful drive towards Treescape the other day, the golden brown leaves were tumbling though the air to carpet the ground. It was another lovely reminder of how much I relish the changing of the seasons in this country.
Sure, there’s a certain wistfulness to the end of summer and a slight trepidation of what the winter may bring. But you can see why autumn is the poet’s favourite season. It’s a mellow time of year, lacking the giddiness of the August holidays and the excitement of the long build-up to Christmas. It does, however, gives you time to think, a grounding pause between the year’s highs.
Of course, it helps when you’re surrounded by the kind of beauty we are lucky to enjoy at Treescape. As a city dweller myself, it’s a real privilege to arrive here amid all this nature. The trees – and there are hundreds of them here – are dressed in a soft spectrum from golds and bronzes to deep browns.
And take a walk down to the sea. Chances are you’ll have Elie beach or Ruby Bay to yourself – with maybe the odd dog chasing the sea spray, impervious to the cold. And, as my photograph here shows, even if the sun is hardly bouncing off the waves, there’s still a beauty to be found in the silver greys of the Scottish seaside.