In town amongst high buildings, I looked up to see a spectacular blue sky with billowing cumulus infused with light. Magnificent. If only I had my camera. Would it last until I reached home? The pattern was breaking up into smaller clouds that would soon disperse but I caught something of it. That first glimpse was perfection, but there’s always a yearning for the perfect image- the one that got away.
Dark clouds over Scout Scar escarpment. Swallows skimmed low amongst cattle feeding in the pastures below, and they rode a blustery wind which swept them up the cliff edge and before my feet. The Welsh Black cattle grazing the escarpment are here to distribute the flora of limestone grassland, and they’re doing well. Autumn gentian seed in new places, although the buds only open in response to the sun. Flocks of small birds gather at this season and goldfinch rise twittering from thistles.
Jan Wiltshire is a nature writer living in Cumbria. She also explores islands and coast and the wildlife experience. (See Home and My Books.)