Inside the light changes and it slides into my cottage world and calls to me. Outside it is fresh & clear. So camera dangling from my neck, furry, rambunctious canine on the end of the leash we embark on adventure. There are beautifully muted colours in fall; lovely linen coloured grass’, dark grapey seed heads against the blue sky. It’s at this time of year you begin to see the gentle curves of the land, the greys and browns of the tree trunks line the fields, and shaggy haired cattle graze.