Peter and I went for a short walk along the old railway lines at Oakamoor yesterday. It was a cold and frosty morning and being a flat route is something I can manage well enough.
We took cameras of course. Though I don’t profess to be the photographer that Peter is I still like to take shots of things that take my fancy.
Ice in a tyre track for example
Sheep in a field that is half submerged by frozen flood water.
Mysterious bridges leading who knows where.
Sunlit paths
Gothic houses across a frosted marsh.
Bridge parapets covered in frosted moss and ferns
Then – along the edge of the path – I came across a scattering of windfallen crab apples.
Stepping off the path I bent to get a lower level shot of the contrasting colours – overbalanced – did a complete backward somersault and landed facing the way I had come!
Realising there were other walkers coming into view who had almost certainly seen my impromptu acrobatics I did the only thing I could do…
… I sat quite nonchalantly in the leaf litter and took a few shots of the nearby bridge.
Because quite obviously that was what I had intended to do all the long… *cough*, *cough*
