stone cold crazy

Evening all.

I'd quite fancied trying a traffic trail from a motorway bridge that isn't one of my usual haunts.

So i parked up and tried to work out an accessible route to it that didn't involve squelching through huge puddles and wading through muddy,cow poo strewn paths...

sadly it didn't, and by the time i got there, with mud encrusted boots and cold drippy feet the bridge was fenced in and over completely, which meant i couldn't get a decent viewpoint.

So i trudged back and ended up perched on a grass verge with the wind whistling up my tripod, chasing a light trail that never quite came!!

night all

Queen