My long-haul wings have been clipped in recent years but perhaps this has proved fortunate in that it’s rendered me a keener observer of the near at hand?
And I do have the good fortune that this small kirk is near enough to visit when I can although not as often as I’d like. Photography makes you (OK me) selfish and I’m only happy when I have it to myself and can get lost in the hours and the atmosphere, despite the chill.
In early visits I thought it was all about catching the light but I’ve slowly come to realise it’s about catching the silence.
