Autumn at St Ives Estate

 Fall, Leaves, Fall

Emily Brontë

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

A seriers of photos I've taken on my last few visits to St Ives Estate in Bingley. The fist series of photos were taken in Cuckoo Nest Woods and the later ones were taken on a walk up to The Druids Alter. 

Cuckoo Nest Wood

Cuckoo Nest Wood

Cuckoo Nest Wood

Cuckoo Nest Wood

Cuckoo Nest Wood

Cuckoo Nest Wood

Cuckoo Nest Wood

Cuckoo Nest Wood

Cuckoo Nest Wood

Cuckoo Nest Wood

Cuckoo Nest Wood

Bridleway to Druids Alter

Bridleway to Druids Alter

Bridleway to Druids Alter

Bridleway to Druids Alter

Bridleway to Druids Alter

Bridleway to Druids Alter

Bridleway to Druids Alter

Bridleway to Druids Alter

Alter Wood

Alter Wood

Alter Wood Farm Road

Alter Wood

Alter Wood Farm Road

Druids Alter

Druids Alter 

Alter Wood

Alter Wood

Alter Wood

Golden Leaves

Alter Wood

Alter Wood

 Alter Wood

 Alter Wood

Alter Wood