After so many very grey, wet days, it was the most amazing tonic to be presented with blue skies and dazzling light this morning, an opportunity to escape for a bike ride. I managed to move quickly enough to keep the hands and feet warm ... just.
I spotted this tree while climbing out of Burnsall the other day and made a mental note to myself. I do that a lot and the vast majority of those notes get forgotten. Today, descending into Burnsall, I remembered. The memory is perhaps improving ... in my dreams.
Even on such a bright day, at a time of year when the leaves are burnished golden, it would hard to spot this on what is a steeply winding and fast descent. The eyes are best kept looking straight ahead. It felt good to have found a new composition along such a familiar stretch of road.