Not The Best Of Days

This morning we went into town as The Man had an appointment. Not the best of days for him. 

He wanted to tell  didn't want to tell  felt he should tell the optician that he thought he needed his cataracts removed.  Well he didn't need to tell him anything, the optician could see for himself! So the nice, reassuring gentleman was pleased The Man decided to have the first one done. So was I.

When we got home I was wanting to get some shots of Mungrisdale for a local publication but I stopped half way, took some shots, waited to see if the sun got brighter, turned round and came home. It was not the best of days for pretty landscapes, but it is for the September edition.

I'll go back another day!