There are certain days when no matter how long you spend out trying to get a worthwhile photograph, you just can’t. Today was that day.
There are only a few things that would get me out of bed at 4am; vomit, burglary & (at the moment) my neighbours 6month old baby. Not always in that order or preference.
I had an idea of what I wanted to be in the picture; the sun, hils & fog in the valley below. I had seen it with my own eyes many times before when climbing in the lakes, but I never had a camera with me. I knew the picture I wanted could only be achieved in the early morning light.
I realised that I would have to either wild camp or get up really early to obtain the shot I wanted. I chose the latter.
We all get to an age when certain things just aren’t exciting anymore. Yo yo’s, climbing trees and playing with fire to name a few.
The only time it was acceptable to play with fire was on bonfire night, you would be wrapped up in all manner of clothing and would not be allowed to hold a sparkler (which is essentially a piece heat conducting wire coated in an extremely dangerous mixture of sulphur and nitrates) unless you had on a pair of highly flammable 99p magic gloves.