Morning flight

There was continuous cloud cover this morning, all day as it happened. We were sat on the top of the Knott, looking across to snowy Ingleborough, willing a break in the clouds for the sun to peep through. But it didn't happen.

Yet the cloudy sky had an extraordinary, ethereal beauty, much more subtle than the bright crimson of a classic dawn. There was roll upon roll of cloud aligned parallel to the eastern horizon, mostly bluish but some much lighter. And as I took the shot, two birds flew from right to left, picked out in one of the lighter cloud rolls. I'm guessing they were ravens, they are ever present these mornings, cronking as they fly overhead, rolling and tumbling through the sky, often in twos, but sometimes in fours and fives.

Thank you to everyone who helped to put the Spotlight on Gus's ear.