Ribblehead. I was here yesterday, a mad man huddled in a mossy hole, in the dark, waiting to take a picture of a train soaked, I took those pictures, in a flurry of wind and driving moorland rain.   I’m tired. Sleep deprived after 3 days of early mornings and late nights… been busy chasing…

Squirrels, eh?

Charming on most occasions: scuttling between trees, caching food in the undergrowth, sitting on wall tops and such. Yet sometimes…   Welcome to my brand new blog! Enjoy poking around.