EDINBURGH, Two Windows.

Now in yesterday’s post I did drag you all around a bit as I took in my first Edinburgh Fringe for a couple of years, three in fact.

Now in yesterday’s post I did drag you all around a bit as I took in my first Edinburgh Fringe for a couple of years, three in fact.

There’s the old song about counting the flowers that grow in an English garden, leaning on the idyllic image of the old, low cottage with roses around the door,

You see, the thing with photography is that for all the technology etc there’s still a few things that are in the lap of the Gods.

While I’m not a great fan of getting wet there is sometimes a bit of magic to be had walking amongst the flowers on a rainy day.

The walk out from Keswick town centre to the shore of Derwentwater is an easy peasy one, taking you through Hope Park and past the Theatre By The Lake

Housekeeping the photo files again and I came across this shot from early last Spring. It was not the brightest or warmest of days, it was the sort where you found yourself constantly on the move.