On the 8th and 11th of November I went out to Scallows, partly to check on and top up the feeders and the winter feeding station and also of some photography of the autumn colours. As I walk into the wood at the moment I enter a hall of golds, reds, coppers, yellows and greens. The wood floor is still dry and the beech mast crunches under my feet. It is quiet in the wood with not much bird sound although the food is being taken from the feeders. The beech trees are especially beautiful and a buzzard drifts quietly over the wood.