As I walked over the brow of the hill, hoping the track would appear, as I was caught out by the rain, wet and cold, but no, the track was still in the distance, however there you stood… all alone.
I desperately wanted to come nearer to find out about you, but you are surrounded by bog, I was not going to risk it as the rain fell, cold and sharp against my exposed face. But I stood for along time taking you in, taking in the barren mountain around you, only sheep and the odd fox for company.
And then, I went on my way…. I have walked past you again, but on drier days…. But for me the magic of that day will stay with me forever.
Stay strong, live well……
*no studio was used in the making of these images*