A couple of weeks ago I took a stroll into Blenheim Park on a beautiful evening to see what autumn colours I could find in the High Park, which is home to a multitude of ancient trees, many over 600 years old.
I entered via a section of the grounds situated about 1km from the palace itself, and which, with it's entrance to be found near the village of Combe, in an area traditionally known as East End, is generally a lot quieter than the area around the palace.
|While I didn't find much in the way of photographic opportunities among the ancient trees, this sunny little |
path caught my eye.
I wandered past the ancient oaks and yews, towards one of several lakes that were created in the first half of the 18th century, from the path of the River Glyme, which wanders through the palace grounds, hoping to get some nice reflections in the calm waters.
Thankfully I was not disappointed, clouds began to gather overhead just in time for the setting sun to fire them into a colourful blaze.
|Vibrant autumn colours reflected in the lake. I scared off about 100 ducks that were resting on the bank |
to get this view, but I have a feeling they didn't really mind, they knew it was worth it.
|As the sun began to set, the sky commenced it short but |
|The clouds turned from a vivid orange, becoming a rosy salmon, before bringing the evening to a conclusion |
under a coat of burnished ruby.
|Clouds scudded across the twilight sky as the day was absorbed into night.|
Once the light had faded I started back up the hill to the ancient woodland, all the while thinking I probably should have brought a torch with me for the return journey!