None of that here now, it came and went on Saturday and we're back to the inevitable rain. Although I understand that a flake may have been seen in Central London, so the country is officially in a Big Freeze now.
Thanks to you too, if you hadn't added the site I might have never got round to them, and that would be a shame, I really liked the woodland one, I may try another visit in the spring.
Chesspiece ? I thought it was Bod from a distance.
You don't need tripods and kit, you've got soul and feeling! That's something someone can choose to lug up a hill, you've either got it or you've not 'got it' ;-)
Actually I'm rather interested in the gneiss and hoping to do some mixed media / textiles work with it back in the studio when home, ressurecting a technique from almost 20 years ago (we shall see!). I love to sit on the gneiss on beaches on the West Coast and think this goes all the way, weaving and folding, threads, under that sea to the Western Isles! :-D
Thanks both, the beautiful light made for a very enjoyable visit. Normally trees on the banks might seem intrusive, but here they added greatly to the ambience of the site.
It's a very decent fort, and about 5 miles from where I grew up but I don't think I've ever been there before.
I met your Raven, Rhiannon.
Black as the night he was and as silent as the grave. He followed me as I walked through Wittenham Wood towards the sacred spring. I blessed the spirits that dwelt there and threw a 10p piece (Two Bob!) into the pond. He flew down and stood beside me on the path. For a second I thought he would shape shift but he just looked at me intently and seemed to approve. A big black Labrador bounded up to us and he flew up into one of a pine tree by the pond, wagging his tail feathers like a Magpie. I made a fuss of the dog until a whistle called it away. When I looked up, the Raven was gone too. If you ever visit the clumps, go to this spot (SU 57116 92728), for it still holds the magic and sacredness of the Celts and who knows, maybe their treasure too!.
Sound advice as ever. My main difficulty is that my walks start from the nearest bus stop, so to get to the tops usually takes a pretty lengthy run-in to even get to the "start" of most ascent routes.
I took Bladup's recent comments to heart about what's on your doorstep and am filling in some overdue gaps closer to home in any case. :-)
Reminds me very much of Yorkshire, although in an entirely different context. The b/w was an accident, gloved hands mucking up the controls on my dad's compact digital I use when the weather's too bad for the DSLR.... but thought the results acceptable. I think colour is vital in conveying mood, but when there virtually is no colour due to mist/rain, b/w seems to give better definition? Not sure what the pros have to say about that....
Sites like this prove that not all routes lead to the hills, SC. Far from it. Work around injuries etc and when you do go high just spend the same time over less distance.... chill out and take more in. I've been doing that for years now due to my own problems.