For several years now I’ve had a pre-conceived image in my mind of this scene. It’s taken down a tree-lined lane in East Devon and I’ve always imagined a photo into the setting sun. It is a photo that will only work in late September or early October. In March the trees are bare and, in my mind at least, will not work as well as a photo.
So, with the sun setting in the right place and a promising sunset in the offing, I set off for my destination – about 15 minutes drive away. My first problem was parking up. This is a single track lane and hogging a nearby passing place wouldn’t go down well. I eventually found a place in the entrance to a nearby field and set up shop. My next problem was that