River Derwent,Northumberland The small copper butterfly flitted from flower to flower, then settled nearly at my elbowDownstream from Blanchland bridge there were signs that the countryside was settling into autumn. In gardens on the edge of the village newly harvested onions had been left to dry in the early morning sun. A gentle rain of yellow birch leaves, or spinning as they fell,settled on a footpath that was flanked by angelica umbels, and hogweed seeds festooned with dew-bedecked spider webs.
Some stretches of the river, or where the lowering arc of the sun fell below the crowns of pines on the far bank,would not be warmed again by direct sunlight until spring.
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Source: theguardian.com