Grab Shot

There is a bit of a story behind this image.

 

The weather forecast had been saying mist all week for the weekend, unusual in itself as the weather usually promises much then changes completely at the last minute. In addition to the promise of Misty weather there was also the opportunity to meet up with some Togs from the deep South west that had crossed the border of Cornwall and made their way up to the grim north.

Also another tog (Mike Dutson) had been tempted to leave his beloved Lancashire and meet us in the Peaks. The last member of our party travelled over from the photographic desert of Northamptonshire.

 

Geoff and I travelled up after work aiming to be on Mam Tor in the dark to get the light trails of the cars snaking up the pass in the mist. It was all going to plan, we arrived on schedule, the mist and fog was swirling around, we found our compositions and started to wait eagerly for the cars to go through the pass. We waited for three hours and not a single car went through the pass. We realised as 4am approached that we had arranged to meet the other togs at Hitter Hill for sunrise, so with much grumbling, moaning and a bit of swearing, we packed up and started to go back to the car. You guessed it! as soon as we moved a van went through the pass!!! So not the composition I had hoped for but at least it was something for the nights effort

Done