Where the water stops

It was a beautiful evening, the reflections in the water meant I couldn't tell where the water stopped and the greenery started.

 

 The farmers are bringing in the crops











Which means my lovely flat running paths are again....

...being turned into ankle breaking risks.

Not quite so much fun.

It'll soon be trodden flat again by walkers but in the meantime it's a tricky ballet dance down the hill!














There's still a bit of summer left to hang onto though