Summer slipped into a sort of no man’s land through October before autumn finally kicked in with a late burst of colour well into November. Few frosts but days of dank low mists on the moors which gradually crept lower onto valley chimney pots.
When nothing much is happening with the weather or light it can be hard to find inspiration with the camera but having a dog and liking a walk tends to get you out there amongst it all anyway.
And when you’re out there things tend to happen. A brief lifting of a week long mist,seeing a wall you’ve walked past a hundred times differently or catching a painterly reflection on a day when there should be none.