What I thought was the biggest downside of taking my mum to the airport for a 6:30am flight actually turned out to be a positive.
My mum hates to be late. For anything! She just doesn’t deal with it well, and the old saying “better late than never” doesn’t seem to comprehend. Family holidays usually started with my mother being slightly more than a little bit stressed out as my brother and I were always quite happy plodding along, leaving important tasks to the last minute. We didn’t do it on purpose. It’s just how we worked, even when we tried.
Now my mum gets to go away by herself but I’m relied upon as a taxi service. It’s one way to repay her for the numerous times that she taxi’d me. This meant setting an alarm for 3:15 to give me enough time to get to her house for half past and get her to the airport which is about an hour away.
The sky was already starting to get lighter and in a sleepy haze I managed to check the sunrise time. I had time. I grabbed the camera with the intention of dropping her off and heading somewhere to catch the sun slide above the horizon.
The car journey involved a mostly one sided conversation. not that I don’t like talking to my mum, but I was concentrating hard on staying awake alongside avoiding the early morning HGV drivers who were likely to be pepped up on coffee and Red Bull.
The short stay car park allowed me up to 20 minutes for the unreasonable sum of £1. But rather than just kicking my France bound passenger out, I walked her into the terminal. I took full advantage of my allotted time limit, with a possible gamble of paying the next rate on the extortionate parking scale.
With all that over with. The sky was light, but there was still no sign of the sun. Brilliant. I ate a banana for some early morning energy and headed down to the riverside.
I’d only ever been on the banks of the Severn on the Welsh side. In this instance, that’s really where I should have been. As I looked at the river, stood between the two Severn Crossings, the sun was rising over my right shoulder. Not reflecting on the water, and with minimal clouds I was starting to think I should have just gone home back to bed.
A bright red glow emanated from the horizon. None of the photo opportunities that I had in my head presented them selves so I had to make do with what I had to work with.
Abstract or artistic photographs presented themselves to me. A fallen branch of a tree that had washed up on the shore had been stood up in the rocks. Providing a vivid silhouette, it drew a lot of my attention.
There was also the grass. I’ve taken sunrise photos once before that stick in my mind. I took shallow depth of field, artistic grass shots then too.
The serenity and silence of the riverside was fading as early risers began to appear on bicycles and with dogs. Time to pack up and head home where, despite my best efforts, I had to resort to going back to bed for an hour or three.