When winter first begins to bite
and stones crack in the frosty night,
when pools are black and trees are bare,
'tis evil in the Wild to fare.
*From the Fellowship of the Ring, book 2, by J.R.R.Tolkien*
What is your favourite time of day to take pictures?
I also met a pony, a really calm old lady. Her owner asked us what we were doing out there in that dreadful weather in costume, so we explained. Then suddenly she left her pony with us for a few minutes to get something from her car and we could take some pictures.
This is the last photo we took that day, I must have been frozen solid at that point but the light was just so beautiful. We went out to take pictures in the fog, but on the way back there was one clear hill, and the sun was just setting.