With beautiful blue skies, the burial ground has a sense now of quietly waiting for autumn. The first leaves are starting to fall, the field maple and viburnum turning gold and red, the younger saplings having already dropped their foliage. When the sun is not warming the skin the winds can be chilly. After such a wet summer, these are sunny days we must make the most of: in a month the leaves will have gone and the nights will be long and cold. I particularly liked this photograph, which I thought gave a real feel for the dignity of this time of year.