As you might imagine from my theatrical description, I was not particularly hyped or prepared for a round of creative, energetic landscape photography. Then something happened. I became at first dimly and then more acutely aware that the weird and unseasonable
Now I had a choice to make. Do I make appreciative noises, glancing in the rear view mirror and continue winding my way home through the gathering
So now I had a new choice to make and this one I had to get right first time. The sun was declining fast and typically I was heading up a duel carriageway - auto-strada - freeway - take your pick - with no photogenically convenient spot to stop; no scenic viewpoint or overlook, no panoramic lay-by of any sort in view. A sunset on it's own is all very nice but really, you need some context, some sort of landscape or water element to frame it, don't you? Where could I get to in the next 10 minutes that would do the job. It had to be close otherwise I was going to miss the show. It ought to be high up so I could get a clear, unobstructed view and it should have some kind of landscape view - who wants a sunset full of pylons and trees?
This is where my local knowledge came in. For those who know their way around the Lake District, I was at Plumgarths round-about, just north of Kendal. Windermere was 10 miles - 20 minutes drive - away; too far. Staveley village was nice but in a dip, too low for a view. Kentmere's Green Quarter would be perfect, high up with a grand mountain view of the Kentmere Horseshoe and the Garburn Pass but that was at least 20 minutes of fast driving down a single track lane - I'd have no chance. Dammit, there must be somewhere I could get to in time...and there was.
Just out of Staveley village, a dead-end farm road led up to a high level bridle-way over Kentmere common, basically a Landrover track. And what was I driving? A Landrover - well a Freelander anyway! A fast and furious - sorry - careful and considerate ascent to the bridle-track and I grabbed the Nikon with its' "go anywhere, do anything" 28-300 VRll, cranked the ISO to 1600 and started running along the track, between the dry-stone walls, desparately looking for the foreground action that was going to anchor my photos whilst the the sun sank inexorably and increasingly colourfully over the horizon hills. This would be a close-run thing. But I was committed to the chase now!
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The moral of the story is, of course, when that little voice in your head starts going at you to stop and take the picture - listen to it. It's nearly always worth it. Oh, and make sure you have a good local knowledge of viewpoints and back roads to get you in position fast, you never know when you're going to need them.
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