I love hiking, but when we go walking in the mountains it’s usually a fairly solitary experience. The day I managed to get this shot of my husband, I was quite pleased with myself. I don’t usually manage to get that close.
It’s not that I’m particularly slow, but I just never seem to catch up. I’ve got hundreds of photos of his rucksack.
A few thousand of him already half-way down to the valley.
And probably a million where he’s nothing more than a speck on the horizon.
And no, before you ask. He hasn’t managed to lose me yet!