But this is all mere twaddle compared with something that was brought to my attention yesterday: the hierarchy of adjectives. Had you realised that adjectives have a pecking order? No, I hadn't either. But the rule is opinion-size-age-shape-colour-origin-material-purpose. Take, by way of example, the jacket of mine that the Old Bat insisted on throwing away last week. I described it as a comfortable old green tweed jacket. The Old Bat described it differently - as a scruffy old mud-coloured rag. Which it is/was is, of course, entirely a matter of opinion which has no place in this scholarly dissertation. But... (I'm starting too many sentences with that word) but... try changing the order of the adjectives. Go on - use either description, it won't matter. Use both if you like. See what I mean? it doesn't sound quite right if you put them in any other order. Odd, isn't it?
There is nothing particularly scenic about today's picture, which was taken on my walk up the Waterhall valley. What caught my eye was the strength of the colours. I have made no change to the colour saturation but how vivid are the leaves and the grass, and what a beautiful sky.