“Come to the beach” they said, “let’s take photos of the sunrise”. So in an air of spontaneity I said yes, when? Now when they said Sunday, it’s the Summer Solstice, you would think the penny would drop that it’s called the longest day for a reason and that to catch sunrise would mean getting up at 2am to drive to the beach in time for the sun to make an appearance!
So in the spirit of this mystical, magical time of the year I dragged myself out of bed like a good druid and off I went in search of the sun. Robin Hoods Bay in North Yorkshire is built on a very steep hillside so to get down to the beach you have to park the car at the top and walk down a very long and winding cobbled street to the beach at the bottom – not easy to do laden with camera gear and a torch.
We set up cameras and waited for the magic to happen .. and waited .. and waited. Ah heck, what if it didn’t happen, would a sacrifice be needed – well he wasn’t having my bacon and egg sandwich that’s for sure!
Fear not, the World was safe and light started to break ..
With the light changing by the second we shouted to each other to see what camera setting everyone was using. We fiddled and twiddled trying to set up shots, seemingly more interested in the technology than what was happening in front of us. “Stop” shouted someone, “just chill out, take a breath and look”.
We sat quietly and took in the wonder of the breaking day. Even if we didn’t take home great photos we could take home the memory of good friends sitting quietly on a beach, watching the Summer sun come up on the longest day.
I said a quiet thank you to the Universe – I’m getting grateful in my old age, unpacked the bacon and egg sandwich and enjoyed the marvel of nature (the sandwich was pretty awesome as well!).