"The combination of the low colour temperature of the late afternoon light falling on the deep orange of autumn leaves was bound to produce a wash of warmth throughout.

I had thought that I was to be entirely alone here yet just as I was setting up, I heard the uncertain choking of a Deux Chevaux come to a stop by my side. The driver claimed that these were his trees and so with a reluctant apology I began to pack up and leave. With a mischievous laugh, he told me that of course they were not 'his trees' but that he had always loved them and for twenty years he had promised himself that one day he would take a photograph of the trees as I was now doing. He joked that an Englishman had beaten him to it."