Stanmer Down, Revisted
This evening was a calmer, more sedate affair than of late. Looking up at the moon put everything in perspective. In the scheme of things, taking the best ever photograph of the South Downs really isn't that important. I enjoyed myself for the first time in a fortnight, revisiting Stanmer Down, a favourite haunt of mine. Sadly, I forgot to bring my bottle opener, which meant the Black Sheep Ale had to await consumption until arrival at home, despite numerous attempts to force the cap off using my tripod head.