Visit to Oakley & River

                My visit to Oakley was frustratingly short on images due to a long cloud that obscured the much-needed sunshine I had needed to capture the scenes before me. On this trip I was using my Canon R6 with my earlier lightweight Sigma 60-600mm on my lightest tripod.

               The river was high still, but the walk in the fields alongside was reasonably easy going, and on my arrival I anticipated I would have uninterrupted warm sunshine. I should have taken more notice of one particular cloud, as it was wide and just high enough in the gentle breeze to rob me of that sunlight for many minutes. I therefore left the camera inr of  position for that shot in the hopefully short wait for the cloud’s passing, and walked around seeking further viewpoints for when its return allowed me to resume Normal Service!

               During this forced interlude, the only other people sharing this open space were two young women seated chatting at the small table and seats. Eventually the cloud finally cleared the sun, and allowed its rays to capture some shots of the church through the leafless screen of trees. I altered my views to reveal more of the church and to capture the river with the tall weeping Willow, and also the cluster of more distant fine weather clouds beyond the river.

               As I was beginning to gather my gear for my return to the car, I saw a man very obviously heading directly towards me, as he came close enough for conversation he greeted me with: “I believe we have met before when you have been out with your camera…” He continued that he was not absolutely sure until he was closer, and he recalled the location, and I was able to confirm that I remembered the spot, and complimented his recall of the occasion, which was likely around a decade earlier! We continued in conversation and as I had only a single card on me, I suggested he take a shot on his phone so that later he could view the few shots from the day’s visit. We parted once at the road, for him to complete his walk across the fields and for me to return to the car and head for home.

               My afternoon was once again to succumb to Serendipity, for I realised I was close enough to visit a friend at Milton Ernest, so I headed that way; it was there whilst enjoying a cup of tea with a lady whose house is at the end of a road that leads to the River Great Ouse, that she showed me a bottle she had converted to a lamp which rounds off the accompanying gallery of the day’s images.