Alone At 3am

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Alone At 3am

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After a short but uncomfortable night in a tent on Greenanmore near Torr Head the last thing I was expecting when I climbed out was the drama that was about to unfold. It was just after 3 am and dull and overcast with absolutely no hint of colour whatsoever. Without any doubt what happened next were the most exhilarating moments of my year. I already had a plan of what I wanted and Cecil was still snoring so I made my way down to my chosen spot and stood there alone in the greyness and waited. Then this explosion of light and colour developed rather quickly and my jaw hit the floor and it hasn't quite got back to its proper position since.

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