Smoke from a bonfire catches the early morning mist rising out of the valley. Autumn, and the light is low, illuminating the tips of the trees. The hills encroach upon the narrow valley floor, adding further drama to the plume of smoke attempting to escape the shadows. A powerfully evocative image in itself I thought, and seems transportive, hence the title. I never know what I may across when out and about, and this was one of those fortuitous moments. I was actually walking up towards one of my favourite hill forts, looking for interesting light on some trees at the top that I had been eyeing up for some time.