Woke up early but the light was bad and the sky grey and overcast. Undeterred, I plodded up to Williamson Park to take a few shots of the Aston Memorial, Lancaster's 'famous folly'. Fortunately, the park warden was kind enough to invite me inside to take more.
It was an unexpected pleasure to have the place all to myself - I only wish the natural light had been better or I had brought a flash with me. But perhaps I'll return another Sunday at the same time, now that I've befriended the man with the key!
Lying on my back on the marble floor, but perhaps worth the chill?
