It’s 6:30 am on Saturday morning and sleep was evading me. Figured I might as well drag myself out of bed and chase a sunrise instead of counting sheep. I quickly gathered my gear, gave my sleeping girlfriend a peck on the cheek and headed out into the cold.
Half an hour later, and with a few minutes to spare before sunrise, I was on the viewing point of Primrose Hill and in spite of my frozen fingers managed to setup tripod and camera.
As the sun rose, and the sky exploded with brilliant, warm colours, I unconsciously kept clicking that button. Long gone were thoughts of lost sleep and those elusive sheep.