dwarfed

A short walk today, there is still pain in the bones from yesterdays walk over twenty five kilometres. This is far short of a marathon distance, but it is far enough.

It is shortened also because of the mistaken belief that the pageantry in the castle had not finished, and that it would be closed. It was actually open, but who cares.

There are no more chestnuts under the tree, it has shed it's produce for this year. Perhaps again next year. 

The walk takes it's usual path, over the heights at the Carossa viewpoint and on down to the river, passing the new shopping centre and crossing the bridge.

Follow the path by the river, onward past the footbridge. Stop to take a picture of the giant trees lining the path, all in their yellow autumn splendour. A man approaches, let him be part of the picture. The man is dwarfed by the trees.