I’ve been silent, as there has been very little to take pictures of. This next week, however, sees me go to the lake district, camera very much in hand and I have my plans and calculators for sunrises, sunsets and much walking in the moonlight to and from these shots.
I was introduced to the disrtict and, indeed, to walking for recreation and fitness, by someone who was once my partner. We broke up more than a decade past, but recently we got back in touch, became amicable, and it was they who introduced me to walking; the lake district in particular, when they invited me to accompany them on their holiday a while ago and I spent a few days walking the hills with them.
They were to be there the week before us, welcoming us there as we bid them goodbye … but it wasn’t to happen. Tomorrow, early, I leave for the caravan park. Tonight, just a few hours ago, I learn they are in hospital with the big C. I knew they had been seriously ill, and were going to miss their holiday, but I wasn’t expecting this. Smoking is, again, likely to be the blame.
It is believed to be terminal, with not long left on the clock. While I am walking the hills and dales this next week, they will be very much at the front of my mind; and I expect very much that the eyepiece of my camera will be a little blurred with the tears.