Looking west toward the fells, from Scout Scar From Scout Scar escarpment I looked down upon flowing mist aglow with sunlight and hovering over floodwaters down in the Lyth Valley. To the west, I heard geese flying high, and calling from distant flooded pastures.
South toward Morecambe Bay, the Kent Estuary was illuminated under a pall of radiant mist. A dome of blue sky lingered over Scout Scar on a glorious morning.
South toward Morecambe Bay, the Kent Estuary was illuminated under a pall of radiant mist. A dome of blue sky lingered over Scout Scar on a glorious morning.
During the morning cumulus cloud formed and toward mid-day there was louring cloud. You had to be out early for the best of the morning.
The sun burnt off the mist by mid-morning but drops of moisture lingered in gorse where a ladybird lurked by spiders' webs.
There were yellow larch boletus. And clustered beneath larch trees, earth balls.
There's a good crop of sloes and I photograph them as the season progresses, hoping for the moment when ripe sloes show against golden leaves. Will there be sloes left by then? They're disappearing fast, to make sloe gin.
The sun burnt off the mist by mid-morning but drops of moisture lingered in gorse where a ladybird lurked by spiders' webs.
There were yellow larch boletus. And clustered beneath larch trees, earth balls.
There's a good crop of sloes and I photograph them as the season progresses, hoping for the moment when ripe sloes show against golden leaves. Will there be sloes left by then? They're disappearing fast, to make sloe gin.
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