SkyeBaggie
TORN: Penmon morning
When you wake before the alarm, on the first morning of your holiday, you are torn. Do I take the lie in I know I need, or do I make the effort and get myself to a sunrise location. The decision was made easy. Looking at the usual weather apps for the locality and 40 miles east, there were only two potential opportunities to catch the light.
So, I drove on unfamiliar roads to the Penmon Priory. I left £3 at the box office/hut and drove to the carpark. There were about 10 camper vans lined up, but no sign of fellow toggers. On route to the accommodation the afternoon before, we made a short detour to scout the locality. So, I set up the tripod in the dark, where I knew the angle would work best.
Thick cloud offered little promise. But then an opening appeared and the phrase “this sky is torn” came to mind. Those of you of a similar vintage to me will now have Natalie Imbruglia’s version of the song Torn going through your head. Stood there, slightly cold, a little hungry and dehydrated and a little exhilarated to see some colour in the sky, I started to bust some moves! No, no, not my best clunky dad dancing but my version of David Armand’s mime version of the song! I’m not sure if any of the camper van occupants saw me, and what they made of me if they did! But sometimes they let me off the leash and into the wild! If you need a giggle, google David’s version of Torn on the usual online sites.
It was the only sunrise that I made. There was only one other sunrise during the week, but was not for me.
TORN: Penmon morning
When you wake before the alarm, on the first morning of your holiday, you are torn. Do I take the lie in I know I need, or do I make the effort and get myself to a sunrise location. The decision was made easy. Looking at the usual weather apps for the locality and 40 miles east, there were only two potential opportunities to catch the light.
So, I drove on unfamiliar roads to the Penmon Priory. I left £3 at the box office/hut and drove to the carpark. There were about 10 camper vans lined up, but no sign of fellow toggers. On route to the accommodation the afternoon before, we made a short detour to scout the locality. So, I set up the tripod in the dark, where I knew the angle would work best.
Thick cloud offered little promise. But then an opening appeared and the phrase “this sky is torn” came to mind. Those of you of a similar vintage to me will now have Natalie Imbruglia’s version of the song Torn going through your head. Stood there, slightly cold, a little hungry and dehydrated and a little exhilarated to see some colour in the sky, I started to bust some moves! No, no, not my best clunky dad dancing but my version of David Armand’s mime version of the song! I’m not sure if any of the camper van occupants saw me, and what they made of me if they did! But sometimes they let me off the leash and into the wild! If you need a giggle, google David’s version of Torn on the usual online sites.
It was the only sunrise that I made. There was only one other sunrise during the week, but was not for me.