Boastfulness is one of the least attractive human traits. I hope it is not one that I can customarily be accused of. Nonetheless, today I am in full egotistic, big-headed boasting mode. Oh look at me! Look at me! What a clever pudding I am! And why you ask is my heart so gaily bloated this merry October day?
Well, my physically attractive visitor, it is simply because once again I have won the geograph photo of the week competition! My winning picture was picked from 4,870 eligible images. And the reward? A car? A bag of money? A Caribbean holiday? A washing machine? No my friends...much better than any of those, I get to pick the next winner!
My winning photo has already appeared within the annals of this ancient blog. It was a picture I snapped a couple of weeks ago in the hamlet of Malcoff over on "the dark side" of the Pennine hills that thankfully separate my people from the Lancashire riff-raff. The light was lovely that morning - honey sharp in a way that midsummer light can never be. I had to crouch by the target drystone wall, in a position that would conceal a pictorially inappropriate chimney and aerial on the other side. The undulating autumnal curves of Whitemoor Clough were painted with dramatic October light.
When I got home and checked the day's photos on our computer, I thought - yes! That's a good 'un and my geograph compatriots thankfully agreed. Time for champagne methinks!...Gowans! Gowans! Bring a jerobaum up from the cellar my good man! This is the winning picture:-