It was unexpectedly warm today. At least, it was unexpected by me: perhaps if I listened more to forecasts these things would not come as such a surprise, and I could dress appropriately.
The nice weather seemed to tempt everyone outside, so that there were cyclists clogging the roads and walkers littering the hilltops. I did my best to avoid the crowds by going out while the Six Nations rugby and FA Cup quarter finals were on TV, but clearly ran into hoards of day trippers with no interest in team sports, or no access to television, or simply an overwhelming desire to experience the great outdoors.
I took my camera, the new one I got myself at Christmas, which I've not had a chance to use as much as I would have liked due to the inclement weather earlier in the year. It is a problem with landscape photography: you tend to be very reliant on the weather, and, now I think of it, the landscape. Neither are really in your control, try as you might. But I have also dabbled in pet portraiture, and that, I'm afraid, is even worse. Unless you wait till it's asleep.
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