Turbulent weather on Scout Scar. Pellets of hail bounced off waterproofs and whitened the earth. From the Lake District Fells in the west, soft veils crept slowly toward me. When they strike there's nothing soft about them. Strong gusts of wind batter and the sting of hail hurts. Hail in the eyes is painful. Taking photos in wild weather is chancy because you can't see what you're doing. But I like the drama of sunlight and hail.
My name is Jan Wiltshire. I am a writer and naturalist living in Cumbria and I take photographs.