When the rain falls, and the weather is inclement or even just plain lousy, do we put away the cameras and wait for it to pass? Do we walk in the rain and feel its wet cold embrace, or is it more attractive to stay indoors and keep snug and warm?
Obviously there are times when either path holds appeal. For most of us (me included) it is less likely that we feel inclined to go out and enjoy the experience of walking in the rain. Perhaps even less likely still that we will take our cameras and try to make a photograph.
Yet sometimes it just works. I took this photograph in the Lake District eighteen months ago. This exact spot is not a million miles from where Longfellow’s fellow poet William Wordsworth lived. In fact it is within a mile of Wordsworth’s home.
It may not look it, but it was absolutely pissing down, and the freezing cold wind was blowing straight at and through me. Water was pouring off my sleeves into my camera bag every time I picked up my camera, and straight into the camera if I changed a lens. My hands were frozen and I couldn’t see through the viewfinder as it was soaked and so was I, so I couldn’t wipe off the water.
It was one of the most beautiful walks I can ever remember.
Alex sent us some wonderful photos from this spot earlier today. His day was bright and sunny, and still the magic of the place shone through.
One day I’ll walk back there, and Alex has said he’d like us to walk there together, as we both share an affinity for Loughrigg.
Rain or shine, I can hardly wait for that day.