12/10/2025
Autumn showing off down the Meon Valley Trail 🍂
We set out from West Meon this afternoon; Isla on her bike, and I walking alongside with my camera. Five kilometres later, she was still going, legs pumping, cheeks flushed, picking up every stick that looked good for crafts.
It’s only been since March that she learned to ride, but somewhere between the fallen leaves and the low morning light, I realised she doesn’t really need our help anymore; just our company.
The trail smelt of damp wood and crushed leaves, the trees whispering above, the sound of tyres humming quietly through the leaves. One of those small, ordinary walks that quietly feels like something much bigger.
Where’s your favourite place to walk when autumn turns everything gold?
