September 27th – I’d been in Darlaston and escaped early. The skies were incredible late afternoon, and so I headed up to Chasewater, where I knew they’d be spectacular. I wasn’t wrong – they threatened a real storm, which never came. But in-between the rage-purple and black clouds, there were patches of azure blue. Photogenic weather, this is more like it.
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