T'Mill

I know, I know. It's a shot that's been done before, but not by me.

Needed to get out of the house and more importantly, out of my head so headed to the oasis of arty loveliness that is Salt's Mill.

Just breathing in the wonderful smell of that ground floor space with its books and Hockney artwork eased the tension and all was right with the World. At least until the Obligatory Screaming Small Children that no café/restaurant/shop or bit of public transport seems able to operate without, appeared.

And I kicked myself for not remembering to bring the ND filters and tripod. Will have to go back again soon as that weir is crying out for a long-exposure shot.