Leaky welly river

The forecast looked like a dead cert for Monday morning, so I set the alarm for 4.10am. My back feels almost back to normal now, so I took my preferred method of transport up to the park: my trusty bicycle.

The decision to go to the brook had been decided the previous day.
I hadn't taken any photographs there since April, and enough time had passed for the trees and banks to look significantly different from my last visit. Conveniently, it involves a slightly later alarm than if I were heading to any other location, and any extra sleep is a bonus at this time of the year.

When I arrived, there was plenty of mist. There was also a fair amount of quite interesting cloud, and half of me wondered if I should have chosen to do a sunrise instead. However, it was too late to reverse the decision, and the brook was looking rather lovely.

I hopped into the water - everything looked very moody in the half light