2am at Lowther!

After a lovely end of the week supper at my friend's on my way home from work I felt rather guilty interrupting the locals who had bedded down for the night. I did a lot of weaving to try and not disturb them too much. I love this route home at night ... it's deeply dark across tiny country lanes, very little habitation apart from a couple of villages fast asleep and it feels completely otherworldly.