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| The only trouble with long days... Short nights. |
After a pleasant afternoon with sister Gwyn, fitting up a security camera, being fed (copiously), and catching up on the family gossip, I got an early-ish night and was up and away a little after three.
After a glorious ride across the rolling Norfolk countryside (yes, it does roll; don't believe that Noel Coward twaddle about it being very flat), I arrived at Ness Point, Lowestoft, to find myself very far from alone.
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| There were photographers aplenty, lining up their lenses to capture the moment... |
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| ... a couple of fellow middle-aged bikers also setting off to do the run to St David's... |
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| ... and even a sun-worshipping setter, keenly anticipating the dawn. |
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As it happened, nobody saw the sun rise for the clouds.
Oulton Broad here, where the North Sea meets the Norfolk Broads, looked positively moody about it all in the morning grey. |
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