Wild Shropshire - gnarled old hawthorn trees frame this view of The Rock, on the Stiperstones.

I've recently spent some time exploring the southern end of this quartzite ridge, which is lesser-known territory for me.

On this particular visit I waited two hours for the sun to come out and was eventually rewarded with some lovely evening light.

And, as is so often the case, I didn’t see another soul the whole time I was up there.