Promise of the day

A letterbox view into Lancashire, side lit by the sun rising behind Ingleborough (out of shot) and cloud. I've been reflecting that my main asset as a photographer is an ability to get up early in the morning, even on weekends. I love the promise of the early morning, the sun rising over a dark landscape, the new day ahead, quiet yet vital. The feeling is so different to sun down, when the busy day subsides into calm and resignation to the darkness ahead. The colours too are subtler, much less gaudy.

At the time this was taken, if everything had gone to plan, we would have been heading north on a our trip to Raasay. Coincidentally, later in the day we would have been listening as we drove to the Radio 4 broadcast of a dramatisation of Calum's Road, the extraordinary story of Calum McLeod who with shovel, pick and wheelbarrow built two miles of track to connect his small community in the north of the island with the island road.

Bob update: Blippinheck reminded me last night that Bob picked up last week on the second day after his injections. And the same happened today, he's had a ravenous appetite, and has been acting more Boblike than we have seen for months. We know now that this tumour is not something that has appeared and grown large recently, he's been carrying it most of the year. Everything we have seen in his behaviour falls into place, and now the steroid injection gives him the feel good factor that has been missing for so long.

Thanks to Alison and Sue for their understanding in our postponing the trip to Raasay, they could have gone without us, but they decided to stay too. We will find another week.