Underhill

[puddleshark]

The wind's back in the north. A cold morning. Except along the sheltered path through the scrub at the foot of the hills: here there's a hint of warmth in the sunshine, there are yellow catkins on the hazel, and the chaffinches are singing.





Too much glare for photography today - I had to convert my shots to black and white.


Back through the fields, which have dried out a lot after a couple of dry grey weeks. The footpaths are passable again, with a bit of agile mire-dodging in the gateways, and some leaping from tussock to tussock in the boggier places.

Past a farm where several generations of machinery stands rusting in the fields, and every sheet of corrugated iron that ever blew off a barn roof has been piled, forming a small corrugated mountain.






Above the hills, the paragliders taking advantage of the steady north wind.

Comments

[kaishin108]

I love the black and white.

[puddleshark]

Luckily my friend C. is very tolerant of requests to act as "figure in a landscape"!

[kaishin108]

I wondered if that was someone you knew! :)

[heleninwales]

The photos work well in black and white. I love the shot of the paragliders in colour too.

[puddleshark]

In summer I often see a family of buzzards circling over the hills - it was a first to see a family of paragliders!