Shropshire Hills

The view from Lyth Hill near Shrewsbury on Wednesday afternoon taken with infrared camera and converted to monochrome in Lightroom. Fun to see the harvest in full swing. Easy to see why Houseman wrote the poem, Blue Remembered Hills

INTO my heart on air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,	5
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.