I’ve made the long drive north to Buttermere on a number of occasions, but I’m still not totally at ease here. Making images here feels artificial, like a tarmac footpath through woodland. I feel exposed, wanting to step off and lose myself in a tangle of trees, but I find myself following the path, around and around and around.
But things are getting better. I’m happy with this image. After an unsuccessful morning of cloud and mediocrity, a short-lived burst of intense light forced its way through the grey and set the valley ablaze. Bliss.
