The Crack of Dawn, Again

The alarm clock went off at 4.30am and Nat and I were soon working out how to use the coffee machine in order to maintain some level of consciousness while Justin "dragged his sorry ass" out of bed.

At 5.00am we were out of the door and stomping up the coast to Granite Bay. We arrived there around 5.30am, bang on schedule.

We spent around 3 hours farting about with cameras from then, as the sun slowly crept up over the horizon, albeit behind a headland.

I saw these rocks on the beach and they reminded me of a painting that we bought once in Cornwall, of rocks and flowing water.