So, a new place, and somewhere new to go. Fairly directionlessly I set off around midday, perhaps vaguely heading towards the open countryside, but not too concerned where I ended up. The first field I saw felt momentous, and deserved to be recorded.

This was easy.

Somewhere about now I suppose my GoogleEarth-informed preconceptions of what the landscape would be like started to be replaced by actual experience. And I'd also been given a little map of the area, so it was anything but a journey into the unknown (although the map wasn't particularly informative about physical landscape).

There is of course that moment though when looking becomes more important. Standing in front of the landscape, setting up a subject-object perceptual relation, trying to "feel" something about it maybe. Mainly at this point I "felt" that it looked good through the lens of a camera.

I had a thought about climbing through these, but didn't do it. This was my first time here, there was no need today.

The truth is, I didn't have a clue what I was looking for. Perhaps making a well-composed photograph might help.

Well, it looks okay, but it didn't help.

The post with the yellow marking seemed important.

I considered sitting down here and noting down a few thoughts. All that happened though was that I did sit down on the bridge (which I liked very much, perhaps because it seemed such a purposive and well-built structure even though it effectively led into a pretty purpose-less and nondescript field). No thoughts occurred to me, so I didn't even get as far as getting my pencil out. I'm not quite sure why I stopped taking photographs at this point, either. I may have suffered a mild bout of self-doubt; but I can't recall this for sure, so if I were to say that now I'd probably be just projecting subsequent and more elaborate feelings onto what was almost certainly a pretty banal moment of inertia. Nevertheless I can say this: I did sit down to write something, and then didn't write anything; and the reason being that I didn't have anything to write, at the time. Stick to the facts, always, I think.