I guessed, as I went into Paris Gare du Nord to catch the Eurostar home, that it would be my last chance to play with strong light for a while. Even so, the heavy raincloud (extra) in the UK three hours later took me by surprise. Just 11 days to forget...

When I was in Grenoble people told me they had had almost no rain for a year and were suffering from drought. I saw no rain as I moved north and none in Paris. But the bus from London to Oxford needed its windscreen wipers.

I'm mostly pleased to be home again but the flat, dull light here makes me ache.


Black and white in colour 135