The road from Exeter to Silverton where we live , follows the meandering course of the River Exe. The hills either side of the valley are treelined with water meadows bordering the river .After a singularly dull exercise in shopping for pyjamas (pyjamas I ask you ) we returned home in the afternoon sunlight along the wooded valley . It was a riot of colour- a river of rusty red ran down the edges of the road as if racing to join the Exe and a carpet of confetti gold spread itself under the trees . Great flames of orange and yellow licked their way up through the beech trees and many a tree was ablaze- every shade and hue of autumnal colour vying to out do its neighbour .The trees arch across the road and it felt cathedral like with the sunlight forcing its way through so many stained glass windows .The setting sun at this time of the year has its own distinctive character - it creates a warm softness which enhances the green of the fields and adds another dimension to the leaves on the trees .As you climb up away from Exeter and leave the wooded valley huge elongated shadows are cast by the great single oaks that stand in the fields too proud to join their comrades in the woods . The beginnings of a wraithlike mist begins to swirl and snake its way across the pastures and one has the feeling that the cold fingers of winter are not too far away .But not yet -please not yet .