So, this morning I got up early, drove all the way down to the New Forest, parked up overlooking the cliffs at Barton on Sea, pointed my camera at The Needles and... Nothing. Flat, boring, nothingness. Great gorbs of nothingness. More nothingness than an empty biscuit tin. Flatter than a pancake. Less contrast than a sheet of white paper in a snowstorm.
In the Antarctic.
On Monday.
So I turned around and snapped the steps back up to the carpark instead. Not my best...
