Berkswell Lake

Berkswell Lake, Warwickshire

Met up with Steve and Helena for lunch at the Saxon Mill. A crackin' scoff and chat about books, films and politics. Set the last Sunday of October for a return match on their home turf, and all agreed we should take our boots for laters.

Earlier this morning, I was given an hour max to nip out into the fields to play at photographers. Passing the church as the trebles embarked upon a descant, I could see an abrupt wall of fog at the far end of the graveyard. The boardwalk crossing below Berkswell Hall was lined with bullrushes, grasses and old fence posts, all decorated with webs and connecting silvery lines. The next field, now planted with row upon row of low lying greenery, has an abundance of individual trees. Most times I'd get cross that a branch would invade the space of a neighbour, but the dense fog enabled two or three trees to be stacked or to overlap another, the better to indicate their relative distance from the lens. This is what I did as I climbed the path. Two or three in the frame, or may be a trunk and a half of one with a little one below the bow.

Checking the watch and knowing I was out of time, I returned via the same path. But from here I could see that the sun had lifted some of the fog and that the far edge of the lake could now be seen. So ignoring the Keep Out signs and the perils of lateness, I got amongst the rushes for a last five minutes, leaving about three to make myself look beautiful.

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