reddo10 has added a photo to the pool:
The day after the night before. After being a last minute wedding snapper and then being asked to stay to drink enough champagne to kill a pony, today had all the challenges attributed with having a hangover from the very epicentre of hell. I took a wander to 'find myself' and ended up on the Westwood as the day was saying goodbye and the sky began to bruise. This is a special place and the whispers of ancestors and old friends echo across this bleak pasture. The Black Mill is a disused windmill and a landmark of Beverley. The crows came towards me when I made the sound of a distressed rabbit on the back of my hand. I think it was obvious I wasn't a rabbit. Ever experimental I took this in monochrome and added a blue filter. I managed to find my shoe. Perhaps I should get leathered more often.