The latter part of the European adventure concluded in a series of late nights, friends and beautiful sceneries. Just when I thought I would only imagine them in books of Enid Blyton and the likes, driving along the M4 (into some random road) presented endless wooden stills, miles of green green pastures and plenty of (baa baa not-so-black) sheeps.
Of course, there was also the morning fog that gave London its famous horror stories, for the mist simply envelopes and entwines around you; scenes of M. R. James' horror reads sends your imagination reeling.
Of course, not being able to capture all those on a relatively slow shutter speed camera, I took others.
That's around Bristol, and Barcelona. Purrrrrrfect.
Of course, there was also the morning fog that gave London its famous horror stories, for the mist simply envelopes and entwines around you; scenes of M. R. James' horror reads sends your imagination reeling.
Of course, not being able to capture all those on a relatively slow shutter speed camera, I took others.
That's around Bristol, and Barcelona. Purrrrrrfect.