I was on a walk this morning, catching the last autumn colours in the plain.
In the vineyards all the grapes were harvested.
On the slopes are more empty vines, leading up to the old quarry.
The forest slowly claims the quarry back. It is now used by paragliders for launching.
And although the weather was suitably grey for an autumn morning, a paraglider was coming down.
Linked to Friendly Friday: Whilst walking.