At various points yesterday afternoon on another complicated train journey North I idly waved the iPad2 at the landscape shooting past outside.
Anyone who has ever tried to take a photo from a train with grubby windows is usually faced with the problems of strange reflections and odd angles. I persevered and was rewarded by this shot of what I think is the Lowgill Viaduct, a listed structure. Do tell me if I have got it wrong, I am making my best guess here.
Trying to find out the name of the viaduct led me to this lovely site with some splendid photos about this glorious section of the old railway line in the Lune Valley.
When the train finally climbs up into the heart of the Lake District, some of the tension and misery associated with the overcrowded parts of the country just seems to slip away and float over the fells under the sunlit clouds. Who can be sad when they see a lamb climb onto its mother’s back and fall asleep in a field?