It was so cold today, even the seagulls were wearing scarves. I am serious, it was bloody freezing. I arrived at Durdle Door at around 6.30am, which was way too early for sunrise and I will be honest, I have no idea why I thought it was such a good idea to arrive early. The weather man (asshole) had predicted a cracking sunrise, with a beautiful glowing sun diffused by some lovely, soft cloud. Well, he was talking nonsense. The sky was grey, the scenery was colourless and as I stood on my own, in the freezing cold, I constantly fought the urge to bugger off home. Still, I am nothing if not persistent and I wasn’t going to leave without at least one image. So, I waited for the sun to finally put in an appearance…and boy did I wait. By 8.30am, it was still nowhere to be seen and although I got this image, it was nothing like I had hoped it would be. I was stood there for what felt like ages and never saw another soul. That was, until in the half light, I heard a voice behind me that scared everything that is holy right out of me. He only said “morning,” but I hadn’t seen anyone all morning. My response was neither thought through or very nice and I apologised immediately, once my heart had made its way back down my throat and to where it belonged. So that was the story of today. Cold, windy and I got the crap scared out of me for no good reason. Better luck tomorrow, I hope…don’t we always?
The Coldest Morning
