The fleeting season
AS I WRITE THIS, the weather is a volatile brew of warm sun, roving downpours and rainbows. The swallows have left for Africa, to be replaced by flocks of fieldfares from Scandinavia. The leaves of ash trees are starting to crisp and fall. Darkness happens abruptly and can easily take you by surprise. Summer is definitely gone, but possibly the best – and most fleeting – season has arrived. Autumn is a spectacular time to enjoy the outdoors, and this is as true in the hills and mountains as it is anywhere. Rutting stags, migrating birds, leaping salmon, foraging squirrels, spectacular foliage; all these things enliven the landscape and bring a freshness and energy that can feel like a sort of upside-down spring. But on top of that, as hillwalkers we…