Carlingwark Loch One Foggy Autumn Morning
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This morning Rogan needed to be at the high school for 7.20am as he was off on a school trip to Stratford for a couple of days; the highlight of which is heading to the Globe Theatre in London to see Shakespeare's, "As You Like It" performed live.
Now this is all very noble, cultural and educational, but for me it meant getting up early to take him there.
So it was Mr Grumpy who climbed out of bed at silly-o-clock in the morning and trod on his belt buckle.
It was Mr Grumpy who almost missed the last step as he came down the stairs.
It was Mr Grumpy who discovered there was only enough orange juice in the carton for an eighth of a glass.
It was Mr Grumpy who couldn’t remember where he’d put his car keys.
It was Mr Grumpy mumbling obscenities into his beard, as he had to scrape the first ice of the season off his windscreen.
It was Mr Grumpy who had to get back out of the car to scrape the ice off the wing mirrors when he discovered he couldn’t see anything in them.
It was Mr Grumpy trying not to be Mr Grumpy as he struggled to get a hug from his son who didn’t want to be seen hugging his father at the school gates where his friends might see.
It was Mr Forgot To Be Grumpy who thought he saw fog rolling in at the bottom of the town, where Carlingwark Loch is, and realised the sun would soon be rising.
It was Mr Excited who ran into the house and grabbed his camera.
It was Mr Peaceful who breathed in the cool, autumn air and watched the swans gliding in and out of the mist, while the sun rose behind the trees casting streaks of golden light through the fog and across the loch.
And it was Mr Photographer who took 104 photos over the next 40 minutes.
These were the best ones. Click on any of them for larger versions.
A swan's arse while it's head down looking for food
Sunrise through the mist
Another sunrise through the mist. I mean the same sunrise, but from a different angle. I know you knew that, but some pedantic bastard was bound to say something.
As this swan came out of the mist, I couldn't see where the loch finished and the mist began
Making it well worth all the trouble of getting up early
.
This morning Rogan needed to be at the high school for 7.20am as he was off on a school trip to Stratford for a couple of days; the highlight of which is heading to the Globe Theatre in London to see Shakespeare's, "As You Like It" performed live.
Now this is all very noble, cultural and educational, but for me it meant getting up early to take him there.
So it was Mr Grumpy who climbed out of bed at silly-o-clock in the morning and trod on his belt buckle.
It was Mr Grumpy who almost missed the last step as he came down the stairs.
It was Mr Grumpy who discovered there was only enough orange juice in the carton for an eighth of a glass.
It was Mr Grumpy who couldn’t remember where he’d put his car keys.
It was Mr Grumpy mumbling obscenities into his beard, as he had to scrape the first ice of the season off his windscreen.
It was Mr Grumpy who had to get back out of the car to scrape the ice off the wing mirrors when he discovered he couldn’t see anything in them.
It was Mr Grumpy trying not to be Mr Grumpy as he struggled to get a hug from his son who didn’t want to be seen hugging his father at the school gates where his friends might see.
It was Mr Forgot To Be Grumpy who thought he saw fog rolling in at the bottom of the town, where Carlingwark Loch is, and realised the sun would soon be rising.
It was Mr Excited who ran into the house and grabbed his camera.
It was Mr Peaceful who breathed in the cool, autumn air and watched the swans gliding in and out of the mist, while the sun rose behind the trees casting streaks of golden light through the fog and across the loch.
And it was Mr Photographer who took 104 photos over the next 40 minutes.
These were the best ones. Click on any of them for larger versions.
A swan's arse while it's head down looking for food
Sunrise through the mist
Another sunrise through the mist. I mean the same sunrise, but from a different angle. I know you knew that, but some pedantic bastard was bound to say something.
As this swan came out of the mist, I couldn't see where the loch finished and the mist began
Making it well worth all the trouble of getting up early
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