24 hours in the city
It’s the fourth Friday of June, mid-afternoon, and I’m standing on Platform 2 of Lichfield Trent Valley railway station with the first of what I know will be my many cups of coffee over the next 24 hours. I am grateful to see that for once the train has included extra carriages with plenty of spare seats, allowing me to preserve my energy for what lies ahead.
This time of year – when the sun is at its highest position in the sky and the hours of sunrise and sunset are as far apart as they get – is not the highlight of most landscape photographers’ diaries. The weekend closest to the Summer Solstice is the pinnacle of this awkwardness, but ironically I have grown to relish it. Rather than heading up a hill or fell, I turn my attention to the bright city
