...we dream our dreams away.
Sorry for the dreadful pun (not really) that will undoubtedly be wasted on anyone not English and of a certain age. Here's a hint.
Anyway, I went for a trudge up into the hills behind the village for a couple of hours with Cleo the collie and her owner and there is an area of larch trees which seem particularly beautiful this autumn. Am I imagining it or are the trees much more spectacular this autumn? Is that what comes from a dry, hot summer?