Another evening out to get some photos. I went out earlier than planned (after a busy day I’d gone suddenly tired and lost the ability to read a 24 hour clock!), but as it turned out this was rather fortunate. The warm, moist air kept forming small clouds or banks of mist above the reservoir and woods, which would change shape in the gentle eddies of wind before dissipating as quickly as they had arrived, like shy elementals or sprites. Later cloud began to descend from the head of the valley, obscuring first the hilltops, then the skyline, and then slowly softening and then hiding the hills and fields toward me. By 9 p.m. I decided the clouds were here for the count so thought I’d head for home before darkness fell.
These images from my phone, ones from the camera to follow.
(The plaque on the bench reads:
IN MEMORY OF
ERNEST WM. BRAMMALL
FROM ALL HIS FAMILY
‘BIDE A WHILE’
Thank you, Mr Brammall and family)