Sunrise at Chew Valley Lake

Sometimes there are compensations to lying awake half the night because you know you have to get up way before sparrow fart to drive your extra-special son to some film set in the middle of nowhere.

This was yesterday. Call-time for extras was half an hour earlier today, so my stop-off at the lake on the way home was half an earlier too. 

It was a lot mistier this morning. Dragon's breath! 

It was even dense on the road.

I decided to stay and watch for a while. As I said to the guy who paused alongside me, if you have to be up this early, you might as well make the most of it. 

'Life is beautiful, isn't it?' he answered.

A rag-tag of crows flew by ... 

The mist thickened and my toes grew really cold in my sandals. I wondered about driving on home. And then sunrise started to happen ... 

... and I quite forgot I was shrammed.