9th November 2026 and the days begins drenched in thick mist. Perfect, if somewhat cold. Forecast says the sun will shine. Mmm, but will it cut through this mist? Only one way to find out. Let’s go, it’s just a short bus ride to beyond the town, to Fritton Woods aka Waveney Forest…

9th November 2026

🔼 Between bus stop and forest is a narrow lane which, for most of the way, separates two halves of a golf course. How anyone can see the ball is beyond me, but yes, we can hear there are golfers at play 🔽

9th November 2026

9th November 2026

🔼 Are the banks so high because of the many feet that have trodden this path? Or because being sandy soil the rain causes rapid erosion?

9th November 2026

🔼 Like something out of a sci-fi movie, pylons and pines emerge from the mist to tower above us

9th November 2026

🔼 And into the forest. Once a full pine plantation, over recent years many of the pines have been felled, making way for our native deciduous trees…which lends vital colour to such a day 🔽 Rowan aka Mountain Ash heavy with berry

9th November 2026

9th November 2026

🔼 Before ever it was a plantation, it was a heath. So not surprising to see so much Bracken, nor so much Heather, and delighted to see it in flower 🔽

9th November 2026

9th November 2026

🔼 Into the forest dark. We have wandered far beyond our usual range. Beyond the pines, barely visible heavy conifers press in casting an eerie atmosphere 🔽 The golden autumnal leaves of the Birch are the only light here ⏬

9th November 2026

9th November 2026

9th November 2026

🔼 Relief to be back in the light, though the sun still hasn’t shown itself 🔽 Of all the trees in this forest, I know of only this one Larch. More gold on a misty morn!

9th November 2026

9th November 2026

🔼 And the most magnificent Beech!🔽

9th November 2026

I hope you’ve enjoyed this. I swear these photos fail to capture the magic of the day. And still the mist hadn’t lifted when we caught the bus home