REEDBEDS
Reedbeds have something about them in autumn. Is it their golden sheen in the early-autumn sunshine? Or perhaps their whispering shimmy in the breeze? Or their impenetrability, which hints at a hidden realm of Bitterns and more?
Reedbeds have something about them in autumn. Is it their golden sheen in the early-autumn sunshine? Or perhaps their whispering shimmy in the breeze? Or their impenetrability, which hints at a hidden realm of Bitterns and more?