The pictured scene is one we encountered about half way between Hawes and Kettlewell and is the kind of picture I've always wanted to capture of the Dales. We were only about an hour from the bustle of Leeds and Bradford, but this scene is from a completely different world: a place of sky, rock, hills and water. I love the distinctive shape and stone of the lone barn dwarfed by the hillside rising above it and the tiny cotton-wool like blobs of the grazing sheep.
What this picture doesn't show you are the sounds I was hearing whilst taking it. There was the bubbling cry of a curlew and the twittering song of the skylark as it crept ever higher into the sky. There were plentiful bleats from those tiny sheep too! It might look like a peaceful scene - which it was - but an insistent breeze was ever present. The sun may have been warm on my back, but the breeze held a sharpness which warned winter is never that far away in this place, even in the height of summer.