Captain Midnight here, creature of the night!
Himself is not much of a photographer, is he? I told him to bring the Leica and set it to ISO 200, aperture f/5.6 and shutter speed 1/125sec. But no, he just bangs away with the old iPhone and hopes for the best. No matter, it’s the walk that counts and this is one of my favourites. This time of year, we head off most days at dusk in our reflective jackets, for about an hour’s run in the fields behind Kingscote Church. Just to be clear, I run and Himself plods along behind. It was full moon tonight…
A-oooo. A-oooo.
That’s my werewolf impression. Not bad, eh?
Frightened the life out of Himself when I crept up behind him and let rip!
Quite often, the foxes leave the remains of pheasants lying around. I don’t like foxes much but I am fond of their leftovers. Crunchy. Chewy. Gamey verging on rancid. Perfect gourmet meal for a canny canine. No such luck tonight, so I had to make do with a stick, as you can see.
Good stick, though!
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Hi Geoff – Fun. Miss you! Commented on a post some months ago. Would love to connect one day this winter. All good wishes – Garth
Ha ha, lovely. I’ll swap you some photography coaching …!
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