It’s been a beautiful autumn in the Hambleton Hills. For weeks, bird cherry trees of Storth Wood have blazed red, and birches on Birk Bank glinted gold. Wandhill Lane is still lined with fruiting rowans. People wax lyrical about New England in the fall, but the back lanes of North Yorkshire are doing a pretty good job at expressing autumn’s palette, too. It’s not just colours; our dales echo with the sounds of the season. It’s a mast year and oaks drum the earth with falling acorns, while sycamore helicopters glide gently down.
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