Seeing red up the Folly
Last Friday, I walked out of my house at 5.30 am, looked up at the sky above and cursed. There was a thin layer of cloud - it was not supposed to be there as the weather forecast had been for clear skies. I loaded my car up with my camera equipment and started to wonder whether it was worth trying for a sunrise, and perhaps I would instead go and get some breakfast at Greggs. I drove up the hill from my house, and as I stopped at the junction at the end of my street, I glanced towards the eastern horizon. Just in that brief moment, I saw red. Now that gave me a real glimmer of hope, sunrise was not due for another forty-five minutes. The odds were now that the sun might make an appearance after all and break through the clouds. I love photographing sunrises, so I only needed a little encouragement and seeing a bit of red was all I needed to make the decision to head up to Folly in Pontypool and hope that lady luck would show me some favour. Excitedly, I made my way through ...
