The oak stands proud again on another dank autumn day. Little seems to change but the small twig I have been photographing every day is now almost leafless. Compare it with the state it was in three days ago. I suppose all over the tree where knots of leaves remain they are falling one by one.
On the ground the leaves are almost all brown now and the wet sodden leaf litter is beautiful with bright tans and here and there a few yellows.
Tomorrow the chief tree officer of the national park (or some such panjandrum) is coming. I will pass on to you what Jeanie and I learn from him.
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