no objections

 Pause at the castle and talk to the gardener. He sends me on to the head gardener. Tell him about the branch hanging above the path by its twigs only, the main branch having broken of the trunk. It is more visible now that the leaves have all thinned out, and the remaining ones are all yellow and red.

Walk on to the usual viewpoint and meet the gardener there. He is making good the promise to inspect the tree. The branch looks insignificant up in the crown of the tree, but it would be deadly if it struck somebody.

Later, a man approaches out of the distance, hurrying along the path. The light is nice, so take a picture. He is walking through the carpet of dead leaves. When he comes closer, ask him if he has any objections to having been on the photograph. He says that he has none.

It is still early in the day, and he is the only passer by this Monday.