The morning was magical. It was one of the most beautiful dawns I have ever seen. Mist poured over the moors, white as snow, turning to liquid gold at the touch of the sun. Shaded valleys, frosted with diamonds, glinted in the pale light and treetops made islands in the mist….
And I didn’t have my camera. It drowned.
The weather for the first day of the Solstice of the Moon weekend was a tad soggy. The convoy of cars had its very own ‘rubber duck’ as I donned the bright yellow waterproof cape and carefully tucked the camera into the allegedly waterproof pocket for safety.
The rain came down and filled the pocket…
Apparently, cameras don’t like going swimming.
So, there we were in Scotland, Stuart and I, with one working camera between us and the one on my phone, which is pretty limited in what it can capture. I’d managed one day of the trip on my own camera… after that, we had to share, so the photos of our latest odyssey were taken by both of us.
And what a trip it has been! Old friends, new friends and the gift of unexpected friends. One thousand six hundred miles of road, thousands of years of history and landscapes as close to paradise as you could ever wish to see. Synchronous and serial weirdness, technology that refused to play, places we have wanted to visit for years… and some I haven’t seen for decades and never thought to see again.
Other than one arranged meeting and the workshop itself, we had no firm plans and had not even booked hotels for the rest of the trip. We would go where we were led and see what we were given to see.
It started as all such trips begin, with a bag or two thrown in the boot of a car that was about to head north. That in itself was a relief. I was still recovering from the hospital’s intrusion and the car was still in the garage after breaking down. Right up until the very last minute, it was not at all certain that either it or I would be roadworthy in time. But we were… just… and so the first leg of the journey took me to Yorkshire to collect my companion.
And the next morning saw us heading up the A1 in search of adventure…