Rudely awoken by the alarm clock at an unearthly hour of 4 am and I managed to drag myself into the shower, dressed and with the food prepared the night before I just needed to make a couple of flasks of coffee. Phew! All done and dusted and on the road within 40 mins……
The drive to the Peaks across Strines Moor took over 45 mins even though the roads were rather clear of traffic, I had to keep in low gear on parts of the drive due to the frost and residual snow on the hills.
Arrived all safe and sound and then it meant bundling myself up in layers of thermals, a fleece, a montane quilted jacket, my rab latok jacket and brush lined rab climbing trousers. Two pairs of gloves comprising of Silk inner gloves and my winter skiing gloves. Toastie!!!!. My backpack was loaded to the hilt with camera kit, my tripod, food and the first of two flasks.
The climb and subsequent decent followed by another slight climb took a further 25 mins, as I kept looking around and thinking how lucky I was to be able to see the dawn unfold.
A few rays of sunshine sparkled across the valley and my nose started to begin to warm rather than resemble that of Rudolph the red nose reindeer.
8 am and the sun was really rising rather quickly and I had had such a fantastic if chilly start to the morning, a hill runner flew down the path to my left and was gone before I could say “good morning” and I knew it was time to be heading back to the village, but I could not resist one more shot and enjoy some more of the sun’s rays in this wintery landscape.