Taken on a long stroll with Dog: from the Southern Upland Way, slightly south of Portpatrick, appreciating patterns of cloud, light and precipitation across the sea over Ireland.
I never used to understand the appeal of going to the beach. I still don’t, but I do appreciate the simplicity and stillness of gazing out to sea from the coast instead.
Taken above Portpatrick harbour, looking mostly south.
Filling the frame: blobs, lines and spaces.
Subtle yellow/orange/green-coloured autumn leaves and branches.
Early(ish) mornings with thick frost on the grass, painfully bright in the glare of the sunlight as the world warms from -3C overnight.
Thick misty clouds lurking in the glens.
Forests of primarily oak and birch, the trees green with moss while their fallen leaves cover the ground in a thick carpet of orange, yellow and red.
A red squirrel scampering up a beech tree.
Freedom to walk in the woods, basking in the joyful glory of it all.