The 'Yat

The stiff perma-breeze was chasing me home. The rain had eased off to a mere drizzle and the sun had wrestled its way from behind the clouds. In the field next to the River Devon the yellow saturation slider had been notched up to sunglasses levels and, beyond, Dumyat was looking lush with verdant tones. A few minutes paused to appreciate all that, photograph it, then, when it appeared on my screen, turn all the saturation sliders down to zero. 

Philistine.