Everything's gone grey with a hint of purple. Which is nice. I'd forgotten how much I enjoy riding into night. Watching the lying sun sinking behind Peak hills. A cat that looks like a badger in the half light, but is still a cat. A dim pheasant playing verge roulette. A field full of long-lashed alpacca. Or were they vicuña? Back lanes littered with a criss-cross matrix of twigs. An owl spread out wide and swooping ahead in the gloom. A hint of somewhere in the middle chill in the air. And an understated shadow of winter just over the horizon.
Absolutely love that photo. The words aren't to shabby either.
ReplyDeleteThanks, the photo pretty much took itself. You can't really go wrong with all that purple stuff about and some judicious cropping...
ReplyDeleteNight riding is Ace. Fact.
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