Not every day can be a hill day. Hollywood rain upon the roof, and Carrock Fell has apparently floated off into some structureless grey matter.
A hefty editing job on a commercial shoot the previous day has been gingerly dipped into over coffee. Then dipped out of for breakfast. Then up for a lungful of air for brunch. I’ve still not built up the stamina for these things yet.
An overly loquacious landscape discourse on a beautiful morning may yield 20 or so talking points of interest, here I have over 800.
The only solution? Pop out for a little woodland stroll in the rain. And take more photos…
