I thought it would be a beautiful walk early this morning on The Roaches, but within minutes of taking this shot the fog had climbed up the side of the valley engulfing me in damp greyness, only clearing once the sun was higher in the sky and the interesting light was gone. The city of Manchester lies somewhere in the distance.
I have itchy feet and would love to jump on a plane to anywhere. I just love to travel. But whilst I dream of exotic locations around the world every so often I stop and hold the British scenery in awe. Is there another country with such depth of beauty? I think not.
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