Yesterday morning I was up at the unearthly time of 5:30am, and on a Sunday, too! This may not seem strange to some, but for me, a dedicated night owl, the only time I usually see this time of day is if I'm still up from the night before. It wasn't just some strange whim or residual jet-lag - I had to drag myself out of bed in order to get into London for yet another seminar - I think I've become a seminar junky!
The compensation for such an early start was the sheer beauty of the morning, enhanced by the distinct lack of traffic. OK, so it took me 10 minutes to scrape the overly persistant ice from my car, but once I'd set off the scenery was breathtaking (or maybe that was just the cold!): the sky was eggshell blue, with an orange sun creeping up from behind the clouds, everything was touched with a crisp white frost, and there was a hint of low-lying mist to add an edge of unearthliness - wow.
It's not often that I'm tempted to call the scenery from the A34 breathtaking, but if I ever fail to see the beauty in such a moment just shoot me, as I'll already be dead.
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