A couple of weeks ago, in my third visit to Holme Fen, the largest stand of silver birch trees of its kind in the country, and a place that has more atmosphere than you can shake silvery stick at, I get a bit of warm afternoon sunshine for the first time.
So taking advantage of that, I took a bit of time to explore and get a few shots of the autumn colours, both on the trees themselves, and on the vibrant carpets of ferns that cloak the forest floor.
To find out a bit more on the history of this intriguing place, including how it rivalled the lake district in its aqueousness, and why eels were used as local currency, see my previous post on the area.
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| Bright, aurulent colours sparkle among the branches of these gnarled trees. |
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| A ray of sunlight breaks through the canopy, illuminating these ferns on the woodland floor. |
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| An alabaster trunk stands out against the dark green foliage. |
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| A riot of colour in the heart of the woods. |
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| It was windy day, and all I could hear above the gusts were the groans and creaks of the lanky trees as they swayed and lurched above me. |
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| Sprouting tree in the afternoon sun. |
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| Looking up to the yellow birch canopy. |
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| As evening began to draw in, the light disappeared. The woodland has several clearings within it, which makes for a welcome relief from the overarching darkness in the woods once dusk arrives. |
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| The bright, ashen trunks contrast well with the vibrant ferns. |
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| Overcast light brings out the colour in the crimson carpet. |
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| Specks of golden leaves litter the trees in this part of the woodland. |
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| The trees are densely packed together, which makes it incredibly dark when walking among them. |
No doubt I will be back to Holme Fen sometime soon, I'm looking forward to seeingwhat the winter months bring.
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