Above Hayling Island's Billy Trail, black clouds lower. Threatening, but not delivering, rain. Instead scurrying by, leaving laughing sunbeams in their wake.
The broad bridleway follows the bed of a former rail spur. Embanked to either side. Its hedgerows alight with the colours of seasonal change. Fiery Rose Hips sound an amber warning, of autumn's approach.
Sun dried Teasel heads, stark and skeletal, amid the lush green foliage, mourn the passing of long hot summer days.
Whilst rain plumped blackberries ripen, from ruby red to a rich imperial purple. A reminder that such days have come in fits and starts, this year. Nature's nerves seemingly set ajangle, by humankind’s antics.
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