Ja. Not mine, obviously. And not here either. The dawn chorus currently starts at about 4:40am in Cape Town at the moment, about an hour ahead of official sunrise. So you’ll hopefully forgive me for being in bed at that time.
Fortunately, there are others who (albeit with a later start) are willing to go out and get that shot of the sunrise. Like this one of Higger Tor in in the Peak District.
The rocks you see are millstone grit. They’re coarse-grained sandstones of Carboniferous age and were used to make… wait for it… millstones(!) for use in the local water mills (and they gave the National Park its logo).
If you’re into your geology, there’s loads to learn right here. These dark rocks give the name to the “Dark Peak”, whereas the “White Peak” further south in the Park is characterised by its light-coloured limestone geology.
Now you know.
This photo was taken less than 15km from my family home in Sheffield. But I would still not have got up in time to take it.
I’ve finally put some photos from our UK trip onto Flickr. They’re not my best, I don’t think. A lot of them are from our day out in London and to be honest, I’m really not very happy with them. (Am I selling this to you yet? lol) But then we did go to London on a weird, hazy, dim day; it was seriously grey.
Yes, even by London’s oft monochromatic standards.
I’ve put them in anyway – for the sake of posterity if nothing else.
Fortunately, there were nicer days too:
So next time someone insists that It’s Grim Up North – simply point them in this direction…
Dad and I went for a walk in the Peak District this morning. Some fresh air and exercise to blow the cobwebs of the last few days away. We parked up at the delightfully named “Cutthroat Bridge” (map) and headed up onto Bamford Edge, where, despite the smoke from the nearby heather burning (sorry heather), we got some lovely views over the Ladybower Reservoir:
9km and a few hours later, all autumn-coloured out, and having traversed quite a lot of bogland and negotiated a whole barbed wire fence, we made it back to the car, upon arriving at which we almost instantly decided that a pint at the historic Strines Inn was called for. And who are we to ignore that sort of calling?
I have tacked the photos from the morning onto those already in this album. The Vernal/Autumnal Cross-Hemispherical Juxtaposition therein makes for some interesting viewing. See if you can see the join…
My trip to Sheffield is coming to an end, so it was time for a springtime walk in the Peak District. And that was where we saw this amazing circus act:
There were lambs everywhere, which has made me anxious to get back to Cape Town and braai some chops.