My last day. I have a long list of things to do, as usual one of my unrealistic lists.
I set off up Kirk Hill, the weather looks threatening. I find some sheep bones and even a whole skull. I decide I can't carry the skull as well as cameras, tripod and recorder. I leave it a place I hope I will remember, knowing all along that we never pass by the same place twice.
On top of Kirk Hill I become fascinated with watching the weather. The Hill gives a panoramic view, I watch clouds boiling in the distance and heading my way. I film endless panoramas.
Eventually the sun comes out a little and I head down the Hill, taking some shots of the house and caravan, it all looks so tiny.
I have brought a sketch book which is a long concertina-ed piece of paper, throughout the two weeks I have been thinking of drawing Kirk Hill over and over again. One drawing per fold so that they run one onto the next. Unfortunately it is my last day and I am only just now starting.
