Winter Sunrise Over Wells
There’s something magical about an early winter morning. Today, I made my way up the Deerleap hill over looking the tiny city of Wells in Somerset.
The sky was already changing. At first, it was a deep rich red. For a few minutes, it felt as though the landscape was on fire. A blanket of red spreading across the sky.
Then, as the sun edged closer to the top of the hills, the colours softened. Red gave way to orange.
The tower of St Cuthbert’s church caught the first rays of light.
By the time the sun broke fully over the distant Creech Hill, the whole landscape was bathed in a soft glow. Wells slowly stirred to life as lights switched on across the city, and cars started to move around its roads.
There is a joy in watching a new day begin – especially in winter.