With everything packed it was time to make the trek to our actual destination – a 4-mile hike across Eskdale Moor via Burnmore Tarn towards Wast Water. Leaving Boot we entered Eskdale Moor through what I can only describe as a portal to another world – an over grown shaded path led us away from the happy ‘posh’ campers and mini train enthusiasts into a vast open moorland surrounded by mountains. Peaceful. The walk turned out to be much easier than expected – I was dreading carrying my pack, but I guess I got distracted by the amazing views and also by my feet getting soaked in the bogs… Rosie also stood in a cowpat haha!
Not really sure what happened to this roll (expired – 2004 – Fujifilm NPC 160)… I have no idea what the brownish streaks along both vertical edges are – if anyone has any ideas please drop a comment below! Oh well, what’s done is done. I do like how the fadedness makes it look quite gloomy and moody.
Time to take my Hasselblad on a little trip. Wast Water, Lake District is one the prettiest places I have been to in the world, but definitely top in England. The scenery is breath-taking, and most importantly there are no tourists around – go to Lake Windermere if you want to people watch. I won’t dwell to much about the actual trip as I have planned for a detailed post in the near future.
There is something about film that I feel digital just can’t reproduce. I’m not really sure how to explain it, but looking at film it makes me feel more nostalgic… The reason for this is probably because I spend more time setting up to take a shot on film than on digital, consequently allowing me to admire the scenery for longer – basically I have more memory of the scenery and time around the photo was taken with film… So why do I still shoot digital?
The university’s darkroom wasn’t the tidiest of places nor the warmest, but it was place where I could retreat and be in peace – a tiny room at the top of the union. Having booked out the room on the society’s page, I was certain I was going to have that walk-in freezer to myself and be able relax after a day of dissertation! But, no. Someone was in there. Who did this guy think he was, not adhering to the booking rules? A badman? Actually, he turned out to be really nice… and he was also watching Casey Neistat when I went in. Thumbs up!
Why am I telling you all of this? I’ll cut to the chase. He got me thinking about medium format. All it took for me to get hooked on the idea of shooting 120 film (medium format) was for him to show me a roll that he had developed. It wasn’t that the shots were outstanding, but it was the details that you could see. The details!
The final instalment of this ‘series’: Whernshide, the highest peak in the Yorkshire Dales standing tall at 736m. Already not doing the challenge, what better way to continue the trend than to take the train from Horton-in-Ribblesdale to Ribblehead!
Arriving at Ribblehead we headed towards the Ribblehead Viaduct where we prepared ourselves for… taking a ridiculous number of photos of the viaduct. Satisfied with the numbers of photos to ensure there’s at least one decent photo, we were on our way.
It’s been a while since my last blog, and it’s a shame really, I do really enjoy editing photos and writing, however I’m still trying to settle in to my new job. To be frankly honest I haven’t actually done anything I enjoy for a while, such as photography, nor been happy. I must admit I feel deflated coming home after work and have no motivation to do much… I won’t dwell on this too much, but I do think it’s really important to be able to identify what you really want out of a job – deep, eh? – for me, I want to be able to go outdoors/travel (yeah everyone’s dreams I know, but basically I don’t just want to be glued to a computer 9-5), be part of a team that can work well together and is sociable/welcoming, and something that is creative. Right, moping and ‘philosophy’ lesson over.
Ingleborough, the second highest peak out of the Yorkshire Three Peaks. As mentioned previously, we weren’t challenging ourselves as such with these peaks, but hiking them to enjoy panoramic views of the Yorkshire Dales.
I guess what I really like about blogging, in my case very delayed blogging, is that it allows me to look back at what I have done and reminisce about good times. It does make me kind of sad though thinking about how times have flown by, especially this summer, but that could be due to the fact that I’m start my new job tomorrow – entering real life – which means limited free time and no holidays that will last more than one week at a time – well definitely no more than the 5 months of holidays you roughly get whilst at uni! Is that why people say university is the best time of your life? Well, I really enjoyed the the free time, and the ability to work at my own place – e.g work, eat, watch tv, chill a bit more, work, more breaks, go into town etc. you get the idea… bit like freelance work I guess… – and obviously the chance to meet so many people (easily) with the numerous societies and clubs. Time for me to stop moping and continue with my explorations, so back to June we go.
So, the Yorkshire Three Peaks Challenge? Nope. Climb Yorkshire’s three highest peaks in 12 hours for those who doesn’t know about the challenge. It was the first time Rosie and I were doing it, so why rush it and miss a great opportunity to capture the Yorkshire Dales! We did a much more relaxing version of the challenge… three peaks in three days – doesn’t exactly sound like an achievement as the challenge, but you would soon forget all of that once you starting hiking.
Back from my trip around Hong Kong and Japan (posts – I am anticipating a lot. Seriously a lot. We* did loads. – to come in the near future) and life is about to get serious. I start my graduate job a week today in Cambridge, but I am not sure whether I am excited or super nervous to start! Hey ho, another city for me to explore thoroughly with my now much limited holidays and weekends, whilst also making the most of visiting Rosie and Europe, as she is now inconveniently and conveniently based in Lyon for the next year! It genuinely feels like this summer, my last true long holiday for the foreseeable future, has flown by!