The wild heart of England

France & Vincent

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24th March, 2013…

It matters not that the wind was so fierce that I had to stabilise the camera by almost strangling myself with the carry strap. That the cold was so bitter the wind stripped any vestige of warmth from the skin. It mattered even less that I had forgotten to put my walking boots in the car… the snow was so deep it would have seeped in the top.. and did on the fur-lined ones I was wearing.

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I could not care less about the fall on the rocks… it was my own fault for trying to get to the centre of an icy river to get one particular shot. If my knees look like those of a child, grazed and bruised in the morning, I do not care.

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I admit to having wandered just a tad further north than intended…but you see, the roads were clear, even…

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