It was a gloomy afternoon that followed a particularly cold, drizzly and miserable morning. I was considering not even taking my camera with me on our little walk, the day was so dark I didn’t think I would get any decent pictures. In the end I did take my camera, and I’m very glad I did.
At dusk, the clouds parted just enough for a bit more light to come through. The wind seized and the water was very, very still, it made for some beautiful reflections. There was just the slightest hint of pink in the clouds; not a spectacular sunset, of course, but the gloom of the day seemed to be lifted and in the end it felt like a very romantic walk. That’s my kind of romance, all bundled up and walking with The Boy past cows and horses on a cold winter afternoon.