As winter and rain and flooded lanes set in, the lovely colours of autumn become a memory. All those days, dozing in warmth, will come again next year.
Bo and I had plenty of rides, here by the river Taf and in the forestry of Coed y Gedrys.
The trees just got better and better. Here’s the Garth from Gwaelod as we rode through.
This is from the top of the muck heap.
There were misty mornings.