A little story about a hill.  On 7th June 2016 I spent the day walking around Bowness-in-Windermere looking for alternative views of the lake. Darkness was falling quickly and I followed a random path up a hill.  At the top I was struck by a majestic view of the lake with the lights of nearby cabins and a stormy sky as clouds rolled in.  Whilst on that hill I could see lightning further down the valley and so decided to pack up my lightning conductor a.k.a tripod quickly and return to the safety of the bottom of the hill and admired the light show as it went across the hill. I went home happy that I was safe and had a handful of images that I was happy with.  When it came to cataloguing the images I was at a loss as I hadn't made a note of the hill name or its exact location in the pitch black .  

Fast forward to 25 April 2019 and again lucky enough to find myself walking in Bowness-in- Windermere.  Late in the afternoon I followed a path again hoping for something unique and couldn't believe my luck on cresting the hill to see the same view but this time in daylight.  It turns out I had approached the same hill from the opposite side.  I set up and took a number of images taking in the tourist riverboats going up and down the length of the lake.  I had become so wrapped up in the scene that I hadn't really paid attention to the changing weather that was getting significantly more stormy behind me. A crack of thunder and I turned to see thick dark cloud and was already dismantling the tripod as I enjoyed the irony that lightning was about to strike twice on the same hill I had accidentally stumbled across both times.