After the rain

It rained heavily overnight, and it was still pattering on the roof as I got up and made ready to go out with Gus. I was tempted to leave the camera behind, then compromised and took it with the telephoto on. As we walked up through the grassland onto the Knott, the cloud was just starting to break, and moisture was hanging in the saturated air. The sun was breaking through the gaps and illuminating the mist below. At the back Ingleborough loomed above everything, twenty miles distant.

It was a choice of this, or the blistering, ephemeral colours of the sunset, when arriving on the prom at 1920, I very nearly missed the last glimpse of the sun. I'm constantly surprised at how quickly the days are shortening, and now we are only 12 days from the equinox.

A year ago - an eat the view blip