Thundery showers rumble around all day. We take advantage of a break in the rain for a quick walk along the old railway line and it really is a bit of a dash to avoid the next deluge. Looking south east we see in the distance, massive cumulonimbus clouds from the previous downpour. Whilst from the west the next cell drifts over head, casting everything into shadow. On the shoulder of Cross Plain, the White Park Cattle take some shelter on the easterly slopes, save one who seems to stand sentinel against the coming storm.

At the end of an overcast day, the sky begins to clear on the western horizon and we know we are in for a treat. As the setting sun drops below the cloud line it under lights the clouds colouring them in subtle tones of mauve and apricot. Minute by minute the colours intensify to deep purple and vermillion streaked with gold. Breathtaking.

The mild temperatures continue, but there are a few Autumnal hints here and there. A fine crop of rose-hips amongst the brambles and the late afternoon sun accentuating the colours of the slowly transforming woodland.

As the sun drops behind the shoulder of Cross Plain, a few red leaves of an ash can be seen in amongst the tangle of Old Mans Beard. Beyond the Axbridge Moor is bathed in hazy golden light.

Along the old railway line and through the wood, robins are our constant companions, hopping about on the paths, darting in and out of the undergrowth or perched on a branch, singing their beautiful songs.

On an overcast and gloomy day a momentary break in the clouds lights a portion of the "Big Field". The light moves towards us for a few seconds and then the clouds close up and we are returned to the gloom.