The woods are at a mid-way point in their transition from summer to winter. Half the leaves are still on the trees, blazing colour; the other half lie on the ground, carpeting the slope and dip and climb of the flowing landscape. Views open up, and air moves softly through branches. Everything has quietude at its core, preparing for a long sleep. The dogs run between the trees and their feet make a shhh! shhh! shhh! shhh! sound, like an autumn bedtime story.