Erratics

L and I joined a couple of friends to see Mathilda this morning, fantastic, and oddly moving. Emma Thompson was wild as the erratic headmistress.

Then to Cranstons to buy Christmas chipolatas and (any-day) farmhouse sausages, before dropping L off at Mencap supper-club and heading up onto the fell to see what the weather was doing.    Crazy old mix of mist and darkness and glints of strong sun. 

I think I need to learn bracketing (or something) to deal with the extremes of sun and shadow, as there were some lovely shots that didn’t work because of a massive overblown ball of light in the sky.   And I need to clean my lens; there’s been some serious spot-removal going on with this one.