Walk One Hundred and Eight – Woodcock Hill sky

I drove over Woodcock Hill four times today dropping off and picking up Hugo for his windsurfing session. The clouds were so dramatic, solid, strongly lit and sometimes a steely blue-grey contrasting with the golden stubble of the wheatfields. So when I walked late this evening I headed towards the same spot. They were completely different again, with the setting sun making the top edges of the clouds blush a peachy pink.