Rolling gold. Burnham Beeches, Buckinghamshire
Phew, made it in one piece!
Not a great image with no real focal point but that drop in front of me is steeper than it looks, with boot-deep leaves and hidden branches.
I made it to the top of this ridge by slithering up, (camera as always strapped to my right hand; I couldn't use a heavy Pentax without it) and pulling myself up using my pretty useless left hand, very gingerly by grasping light-starved holly branches and greasy broken branches like those on the left. There was a moment that seemed to last several seconds where I teetered on the brink of going over backwards (I could see the Gods tossing coins as to the outcome) but I think I saved the day by throwing my camera hand forwards, the weight and movement pulling me back.
I keep finding myself in situations that I should have more sense about. My dad was the same as he got older, forever having daft adventures better suited to younger people. If you avoid mirrors you're forever 28. Until you're not.
Rolling gold. Burnham Beeches, Buckinghamshire
Phew, made it in one piece!
Not a great image with no real focal point but that drop in front of me is steeper than it looks, with boot-deep leaves and hidden branches.
I made it to the top of this ridge by slithering up, (camera as always strapped to my right hand; I couldn't use a heavy Pentax without it) and pulling myself up using my pretty useless left hand, very gingerly by grasping light-starved holly branches and greasy broken branches like those on the left. There was a moment that seemed to last several seconds where I teetered on the brink of going over backwards (I could see the Gods tossing coins as to the outcome) but I think I saved the day by throwing my camera hand forwards, the weight and movement pulling me back.
I keep finding myself in situations that I should have more sense about. My dad was the same as he got older, forever having daft adventures better suited to younger people. If you avoid mirrors you're forever 28. Until you're not.