Always a favourite place to stop, look, and just breathe. Sheep, deer, constantly changing light…
It was beautiful in the Peak District this afternoon. Beautiful but cold. No flowers, no birdsong. Yet.
Late August is the time for Froggatt Show: a delightful way to spend a warm Saturday afternoon. There are stalls selling jam, cakes, jewellery, plants, candles in teacups… I could go on. There are horses and ponies, classic cars and tractors. And so many dogs, taking their owners for a pleasant afternoon stroll. But the main attraction for me is the show tent, where people enter their lovingly grown produce and carefully nurtured flowers in the hope of winning prizes.
To be honest, I felt a little conspicuous using my large camera in front of so many people. Would anyone object to their prize cabbage being captured for posterity? So I used my phone. The interior of the white marquee made the flash fire, of course, but I think the results look interesting in a way.
Recommended for a traditional English day out!
A small tortoiseshell seen at Gib Hill (ancient burial mound) yesterday. Beautiful, glowing colours.
Some images of a green and slightly hazy Chatsworth Park.
I love the layers of this landscape: the way it repays closer scrutiny. The shadows, the tree, the puddles. The road; the obvious. Moving out into the open. The new fence and the older gateposts. Then, the abandoned gatepost in the field to the left. Memories, in the land, of older boundaries and routes. Dark, the dotted line of the molehills, mapping a subterranean system older than the farmland above it.
Fading, changing, working. In the far distance, the cold aloofness of the hills.
More Peak District beauty.