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Autumn doesn’t tiptoe in. She arrives like a queen — sweeping across the land with her gold and burnished cloak, scattering leaves like jewels at her feet. There’s majesty in her stride, but also mercy: a softening of light, a slowing of time, a gentle invitation to pause. There’s a hush that settles over the land as Autumn arrives — not silence, but a softer kind of sound. The rustle of leaves underfoot, the distant honk of migrating geese, the whisper of mist curling throug

Chasing waterfalls in the Brecon Beacons