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Autumn Over Gaunts Estate
Autumn hit as hard as summer had and so pushed the canopy to oranges and reds so fast it felt like it arrived overnight.
You can picture it happening.
Another burning orange sunset, sat on a black horizon, yet today’s more distant than yesterday, the space between them just great enough to change the timing of the sunset, at just the right angle; resulting in redder sunsets that last longer.
Before this, the greens had been yellowing slowly.
Some had reached orange by now, but even some of the greenest leaves had shed to red overnight.
Once this red autumn curtain falls and becomes a red carpet for winter, branches and tree trunks will steal our hearts for a season and a half.
Pictures of Colourfest 2018 (at Gaunts House in Wimborne, Dorset)
As these pictures of Colourfest 2018 show, Gaunts House in Wimborne was full of vivid signs of rejuvenation, relaxation, and chillness, so we went and ate a lot of very good veggie food.
Honestly, the offerings at the four day long festival are incredible. And everyone is just so happy. Doing yoga in the sunshine together, or dancing in the shadows of ancient trees, else they're relaxing under the sky and laughing.
The gardens of Gaunts House and the landscape of the Common alone are full of enough history and wild nature to fill weeks of adventure, so Colourfest was the perfect oasis to feed our souls and fuel our bellies between exploration.
Newts and Tadpoles in an Old Pool
Frogspawn the shallow section. Newts in the deep end. There’s life in this old pool and they’re not exactly friends.
Newts and tadpoles living in a somewhat fragile harmony
Stonehenge in the Snow
Two moments of worship at Stonehenge: druidic song and dance within the ring of ancient stones and quiet solitude outside of them. I danced during both.
Overall, 'rarity' was the theme of the day for me and the few people there, and even the ancient stones themselves. They're blue y'know, I didn't make them look like that. Blue when wet, like when moistened by the rare British snow.
AN absolute hero who kindly shared his mead with us
Imogen being cold
It was one of the very few annual events when you're able to cross the fields and walk among the stones; touch them, lick them if you like, I saw it happen. I even saw a strange man's nipples; no licking involved there.
Yet, the clear sky was rare enough; the snow, rarer. Even just walking among Stonehenge is a very rare opportunity. But all of them together? With a purple sky at dawn and almost no tourists thanks to exaggerated weather alerts? R a r e.
I did all the things you do at Stonehenge, which is description enough. Most of all, we all summoned Spring in, and wished everyone - especially you - the very best in life. Feel free to order this framed print as thanks. Just do it before the snow comes back because I'm not a very good wizard. I do try though.
It's Imogen! (burntgingerrose on Instagram)
Snow in Gaunts, Winter in Wimborne, and "Snowsomnia" in Stanbridge
Fallen Snow on Fallen Branch / Gaunts Common
My body clock is all messed up and has almost reversed since sleeping so damn much this winter. I've been waking up to morning walks that were actually sunsets with my morning coffee, which was really an evening brew. But today, I've been up all night, and real morning leaves me feeling way too tired. I might go to sleep. It's morning for everyone else but the evening for me. Good night morning people.
Stick in the Snow / Gaunts Common
Once a Path / Gaunts Common
Ashton Pool in Winter / Gaunts Common
Insectile Tree / Gaunts Common