langwathby – Graeme Skinner

Morning Magic

Graeme Skinner — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 14:45:27 +0000

I went down to the River Eden at Langwathby this morning to see how it looked in the moonlight. Mist was rising from the water and the Moon was silhouetted behind the trees on the river bank, the only sound I could hear was a few ducks muttering away on the far bank. Then the ducks stopped their chatter (which was probably the result of me making so much noise getting there), and the mist whipped up surrounding me. It was one of those moments where you feel like you’ve stepped from reality and into fantasy, if some wizard complete with pointy hat had popped up and said hello I don’t think I’d have blinked at that point (okay, I may well have screamed and sprinted back to the car but lets not get too picky). The moment was fleeting though as a truck rumbled over the temporary* bridge behind me pulling me kicking and screaming back to the real world. It was nice to know that fantasy was so close though

Anyway, I took a couple of photographs which is essentially what I went for

*I believe Langwathby Bridge is the longest standing temporary bridge in the Country, built in 1968 it’s not doing too bad

Changes

Graeme Skinner — Sat, 09 Jul 2011 07:08:30 +0000

It’s interesting to see the weather change around you, though normally I like to be hidden away indoors when it’s turning bad Anyway, the day started out fine with a nice touch of mist rising from the River Eden, so I took a few snaps by Langwathby.

Then it all clouded over and looked a little boring for a while – well, boring for landscape photographs or sketching that is. We ended up having a run down to Kirkby Lonsdale, I took the camera along more out of hope than anything else not expecting much from the weather to allow photographs. When we arrived in Kirkby Lonsdale the weather had changed again and the clouds had broken to reveal a deep blue sky dotted with clouds. So we had a wander round the back of St. Marys Church to look at Ruskin’s View. It was a painting of this view by Turner that led Ruskin to comment ‘I do not know in all my own country, still less in France or Italy, a place more naturally divine’

The weather sadly did not stay like this for long and shortly afterwards we were dashing back towards the car getting soaked, the roads turned to rivers and I was glad for that fleeting glance at a place so naturally divine.

Mystified

Graeme Skinner — Wed, 12 May 2010 14:02:17 +0000

Driving home this morning from work I noticed a little mist rising from the rivers and starting to fill the little valleys and hollows. It was rather chilly for a May morning, okay, it was icy cold and the frost was covering the verges as I drove along. I stopped first of all to take a few photographs of the sunrise and the misty landscapes.

I then stopped by the river at Langwathby to watch the mist rise from the water and spread across the nearby fields, I was of course too tired to be playing next to icy water with a camera, but thankfully I (just) avoided falling in.