Buttermere in late September. Beware too much pre-visualizing. the week had been wet, windy and changeable. The day had been one of huge showers blowing through and my plan had been set to do battle with the elements in Buttermere. Upon arriving in the valley in the last afternoon, the wind dropped, the skies cleared and the sun even peeped through. With the still conditions, the midges appeared and the evening quickly changed into another plan entirely.
In my mind I'd seen shafts of sun bursting between the showers. What I got was a far more conventional scene. I'd expected to shoot for black and white and I ended up with colour. What works for me is the colour of the water and the tiny patch of sun to the right of Fleetwith Pike.