Recently the mists of the Somerset Levels have been breaking like waves against the southern ridge of Mendip Hills. So I headed up Wavering Down in the hope of some more.
At the top of hill is a trig point, 211metres up. It was very dark getting up there – too dark to see your feet. Gradually, the twilight brightened the hill.
The sun glistened on the frost covering the grass.
Sunrises are beautiful – that we all know. Its is that simple. So why did I have this hill to myself? I guess they are too early for some, and they do happen every day – so maybe it will be busy up here tomorrow.
From the top there are long views across the frost covered Somerset Levels and the Isle of Wedmore.
Look, there was someone else there. Its good to share such a perfect dawn.