By Peahen

That time of year again

when I choose to spend a few hours in a pitch dark abandoned village in the centre of Salisbury plain, surrounded by spooky sounding creatures and the awareness that there is no mobile signal for miles and the possibility of being blown to smithereens or prosecuted should I inadvertently wander off the carriageway. Yep, lightpainting at Imber Village. So much fun that I'm doing it all again next weekend.

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