On Tuesday Pip and I made our way to Simonsbath; the vivid colours of Exmoor in the Autumn taking my breath away. I drove slowly and let the full tilt Range Rovers pass.
Simonsbath was awash with colour and new life under the beech leaves.
Every now and again I'd catch the scent of the greening moss, eventually through exploring, the perfume covered my hands. Pip was in his element, taking the lead on the leaf strewn path.
Over the moor I caught a glimpse of a stag, but too far away to take a photo. We ended our walk with a view of the River Barle.