Wednesday, 1 August 2012

Evening at Thurne Mill

By far the wettest day of the holiday involved a long journey from Beccles in Suffolk, across Breydon Water, through Great Yarmouth, and on to Thurne.  It rained pretty well the entire time, and we were all suffering from Cabin Fever by the time we managed to moor.  The rain stopped after dinner, and I managed an hour or so in the gathering gloom taking pictures of the iconic windmill.

The images have all been processed slightly differently, and I'm not sure which I prefer yet.  Probably the softer, more pastel versions, but the jury is still out.