Anyway, yesterday my camera was returned, its cracked screen replaced. I'm good to go!
I set off around Byfield, my equipment in my hot little hand and trembling with excitement and of course there was nothing of interest, zilch, zero or, to put it in its simplest terms, the unadulterated quintessence of nihility.
It was a murky, drizzly day and the spire of Holy Cross church was almost lost in the mist.
The spire of Holy Cross church, shrouded in mist.
Byfield, 5 December, 2018