Morning mist

The River Bela through Dallam Park.

I was reflecting this morning on the debate I was having last week about blipping sometimes stealing the moment as the moment is captured in the camera. This morning demonstrated that while that may sometimes be true, the urge to get up and find the day's blip has given me some sublime moments. This morning had several of those.

The cold, clear night led to a clear and misty morning. There was another wonderful sunrise south of Ingleborough, with mist lying in the valleys between the tongues of the low limestone hills. At Sandside, I watched as a rank of 7 swans cruised downstream against a backdrop of a partially mist shrouded Whitbarrow, heading towards Arnside. Then there was the River Bela where the drifting mist would part, then cloak again the riverside trees. Sun through low mist provides the conditions for shafting light, as seen here. A tiny little grebe was fishing this section of river - though the blip consultant rejected the photo with the bird in.

I went home for breakfast, then got ready for a day on the lake. I was helping Sue who was officer on duty for one of the Frostbite series of races on Windermere. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, nor any breath of wind - not the best conditions for sailing. It was slow going for the flotilla of 16 dinghies, but they finally made it round one lap of the course after an hour and a half. I was thinking there might just be a chance of catching up with an otter, but today was not the day for that elusive otter blip.

Coming home, there was another impressive sunset, though with none of the fireworks of the last two nights. So I'm resisting the temptation to blip three sunsets in a row. A big thank you for all the comments, stars and hearts for the last two - I am trying to get round and thank you individually.