The Larch

It’s mid-November on a cloudy day with weak sunshine and a slight breeze. I am walking through Flatts Wood and with a gust of wind, it starts to rain sparkling drops. Is it snow? I look across Percy Beck and realise the whole ground is covered with glinting gold needles. I look up and realise that there is a significant number of tall, sleek larch trees in the canopy that I hadn’t noticed before.

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