Tink…Tink……….Splosh. These were the sounds I heard as a lost my grip on my Pentax lens hood and it majestically bounced off two rocks and sank into the depths of the River Severn.
Maybe crawling through the riverside undergrowth at 6.30 am wasn’t such a good idea after all. It certainly seemed far more overgrown than the last time I used this viewpoint of the famous Iron Bridge.
Once in position – minus lens hood – I just had to sit and wait for the sun to rise as a thin layer of mist floated just above the water.