This fishing lake was up on the hill behind our Welsh cottage. @shepherdmanswife wanted an evening shot of the lake, but thanks to spending time taking photos of the evening sunlight on the hills in front of the cottage, we almost missed the “golden hour”. @shepherdmanswife marched all four of us, her, me and the dogs, at a rapid pace up the steep narrow lane to the lake – surprising really, since without the incentive of a photo-opportunity she tends to avoid hills if possible. She set up her tripod, and set to work. Naturally my tripod was 100 miles away at home in Leicestershire, and so I made do with a picnic table, together with the lens cap and my phone to correct the elevation of the lens to the desired angle. Maybe I should keep my tripod next to @shepherdmanswife ‘s tripod. That way it may get remembered.
