Whatever that means
Someday soon it may matter to me that technically this is not a sunrise. This was taken at 7.04am as TFP and I paused on the RBS bridge and sunrise isn’t due for another 16 minutes. So there.
It’s the nice thing about winter, riding along watching the sun coming up because they might be as cheesy as my feet but they can be pretty spectacular. And a good one needs no work at all. This got cropped and, err, that’s it.
Otherwise, nothing happened until the slog back to the car into the teeth of what seemed like a howling gale, which wasn’t as bad as the last howling gale.