Well, Winter has arrived here in the UK and if our media are to be believed, it’s not just any old Winter; but the return of the Ice Age! Now anyone who was up at 5:30am this morning and out by 6:15am would know that it was cold.
In fact it was about -7 o Celsius on average (the readout on the car recorded -9.5 at one point) as I made the half hour journey to The Wrekin to meet up with Mark and Chessie for a morning stroll; something we’ve been doing on and off for quite a while. But never when it has been this cold.
Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the cold. In fact on mornings like this I quite enjoy it, although it does take a special kind of motivation to make the decision “stay in a nice warm bed or get up and go out into the cold etc”; particularly as the nice warm bed seemed like the most sensible thing to do and starting the day would mean a lie in and a decent breakfast a bit later on. But get up I did. So the day started with a couple of rounds of toast and then out to scrape the ice off the car and drive over to our usual meeting place. It all seemed like such a good idea the night before.
Now, I always carry my camera with me on such occasions but I’ve got lots of pictures from our route on the Wrekin so I no longer bother taking a full kit bag; just the D700, 24-70 lens and an SB900 speedlight. Should some photographic opportunity arise this small amount of kit should cover most eventualities. And today, it did.
Sometimes the best way to start the day in Winter is not the most comfortable, but on days like today it’s worth it.