Złota Polska Jesien: golden Polish autumn. This is indeed what it is: predominantly golden, my favourite leaves those old-gold ones from the oaks. Sometimes the leaves are not quite golden, more a gentle lemon-yellow. They make thick carpets on the ground, and a golden roadway up beside the Pałac.
But it’s not only gold: there are highlights of orange and russet and pink and red and still the occasional grace-note of green.
Gradually leaves on the ground outnumber leaves left on the trees, a kickable carpet that crunches if the rain lets up for a day or two. Soon the trees will be bare again as they were when we arrived.
The fountain in Park Morskie Oko has been switched off and the pond is draining.
Today daylight saving ends, and the dark begins.