Keats' Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness gave a spectacular showing with morning mists filling the river valley.
Having slept in a little later than usual, the sun was already burning the mist off from the higher ground, but along the river cloaked stillness remained.
Golden leaves both hung heavy on the trees and carpeted the ground, a few late fruits still on the blackberry bushes. There's a Dorset tradition that after the end of September the devil owns the blackberries which naturally become very sour due to the lack of sunshine to ripen with the shortening days.
As the mist lifted on Bursledon pool the mist still hung on the nearby woods.












