Following up from an outstanding workshop in Snowdonia back in April with Greg Whitton, as soon as the batteries were running low again I thought it was time for another go in the Lake District. There's nothing quite the Lakes in autumn, though it has to be said I really wasn't coming for the trees and colour, but for the opportunities afforded by the potential for quickly changing light and weather. But after the amazing light of Snowdonia surely I couldn't be that lucky twice right?
I've been there before. The expectation of a glorious season is around the corner and then follows weeks of rain, flat conditions, endless grey cloud and a limitless lack of atmosphere. The key is to be prepared to travel, follow the conditions when necessary but above all, be out there early in the season if it presents the opportunity.
I'm not sure why, but this summer was just way too painful. When I was a kid it's all we lived for; long warm days to play tennis, riding bikes for miles or endless hours on a crowded beach, all activities to definitely look forward to... Here I am in my mid-forties and I hate it. That can't be right can it!?
November has been one of those transitional months for me. The best tree colour had departed and the weather was neither cold or mild, wet or dry. A bit hum drum really. The month was broken up for me with a sparkling trip to Paris so landscape wise I don't seem to have got out quite so much as I might have ordinarily planned.
September is one of those months when it's neither one season or another. This year in the UK, it stayed exceptionally warm, but while summer was still obviously over, autumn really hadn't entirely begun...