Black Rocks, Cromford
To counter my usual indolent Monday I lugged my ancient carcase, wheezing and panting, to one of the high points of Black Rocks, Cromford #Derbyshire.
To say that I felt grossly unfit would be a vast understatement, however, once I’d pushed my lungs back into my chest cavity I felt a little better.
I proceeded to set up the tripod (an item I rarely take with me) and a grad filter to help capture the ominous cloudscape, luckily the promise of a downpour didn’t materialise. The temperature was around 7ºc but it was accompanied by an unrelenting wind which made it feel closer to zero.
I took a few photographs before deciding that hyperthermia wouldn’t be a good life choice and made my way back down.
Black Rocks, Cromford
To counter my usual indolent Monday I lugged my ancient carcase, wheezing and panting, to one of the high points of Black Rocks, Cromford #Derbyshire.
To say that I felt grossly unfit would be a vast understatement, however, once I’d pushed my lungs back into my chest cavity I felt a little better.
I proceeded to set up the tripod (an item I rarely take with me) and a grad filter to help capture the ominous cloudscape, luckily the promise of a downpour didn’t materialise. The temperature was around 7ºc but it was accompanied by an unrelenting wind which made it feel closer to zero.
I took a few photographs before deciding that hyperthermia wouldn’t be a good life choice and made my way back down.