I've posted this Mervyn Peake poem on my blog before because I love it and because I often think of it at this time of year. As I compulsively photograph leaves. And more leaves.
And more leaves.
I heard a winter tree in song its leaves were birds, a hundred strong when all at once it ceased to sing for every leaf had taken wing
And this poem is pretty well suited to bit of video I took in Eastbourne last Friday. I visited my father. We went to Eastbourne - another first for my father who'd not yet been back there since my mother died. They'd had a lot of special times there together. We walked along the beach, before dinner and a theatre visit (The History Boys - which was excellent).
The dusk light was exquisite.
Do watch the vid. to the end.... starts out a bit subtle but gets better....