Sunrise

in message <[email hidden]>, Peter Millen

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This morning (Monday 11/07) I decided to set out earlier than usual as
I wanted to check out a side-road between Newtownards and Dundonald. So
I found myself cruising up the eastern shore of Strangford Lough just
as the orange sun rose up over the horizon behind me:

The lough was totally still, a mirror surface transformed into pastel
shades of pink and bright blue. Over on the western shore toward Comber
and Killinchy bright orange fires flashed as the sun hit windows and
such. Far away in the haze rose the great grey giants of the Mountains
of Mourne. Add in ducks on the water and rabbits, scuttling for their
burrows rather than appearing as eviscerated roadkill, and I have to
wonder why no-one was selling tickets.

I know just what you mean. On the one day this year I cycled through the
night, I crossed a reservoir in the southern uplands just at dawn, and
it was utterly, gobsmackingly beautiful, the water dead flat without the
smallest stirring and, perfectly in the soft, lambent light, reflecting
the forests and hills which surrounded it.

Wonderful.

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Peter Millen said:

Someone asked recently if commuting cyclists concentrate grimly on
getting to work as fast as possible or 'stop to smell the roses'.

As a fat unfit 55-yo who sometimes gets off and walks up steep hills
without exhibiting a due sense of shame, I am scarcely representative of
this n.g. (Though I have stopped cycling on pavements since reading
postings here). Still..

This morning (Monday 11/07) I decided to set out earlier than usual as I
wanted to check out a side-road between Newtownards and Dundonald. So I
found myself cruising up the eastern shore of Strangford Lough just as
the orange sun rose up over the horizon behind me:

The lough was totally still, a mirror surface transformed into pastel
shades of pink and bright blue. Over on the western shore toward Comber
and Killinchy bright orange fires flashed as the sun hit windows and
such. Far away in the haze rose the great grey giants of the Mountains
of Mourne. Add in ducks on the water and rabbits, scuttling for their
burrows rather than appearing as eviscerated roadkill, and I have to
wonder why no-one was selling tickets.

Oh and the detour down Greengraves Road proved worthwhile, too.

In peace

It's a bit off my normal commute, but I suppose I could make a small detour for
an experience like that.

How far is Strangford Lough from Surrey?

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Terry Duckmanton.

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A website mostly dedicated to cycling

Simon Brooke said:

I know just what you mean. On the one day this year I cycled through the
night, I crossed a reservoir in the southern uplands just at dawn, and
it was utterly, gobsmackingly beautiful, the water dead flat without the
smallest stirring and, perfectly in the soft, lambent light, reflecting
the forests and hills which surrounded it.

Wonderful.

One of my favourite commutes ever was a very short hop around the back
of Arthur's Seat. On the right is a small loch which on this particular
spring morning had wisps of fog rising off it. With the sunlight at the
same time and the clean, clear air elsewhere it was a scene that most
film producers would kill for.

Pity the tin canners who rarely get to notice these things. :-)

Jon

Peter Millen said:

So I
found myself cruising up the eastern shore of Strangford Lough just as
the orange sun rose up over the horizon behind me:

The lough was totally still, a mirror surface transformed into pastel
shades of pink and bright blue. Over on the western shore toward Comber
and Killinchy bright orange fires flashed as the sun hit windows and
such. Far away in the haze rose the great grey giants of the Mountains
of Mourne. Add in ducks on the water and rabbits, scuttling for their
burrows rather than appearing as eviscerated roadkill, and I have to
wonder why no-one was selling tickets.

Just beautiful. I had a morning like that walking in Scotland earlier
in the year. Sometimes the natural beauty surrounding us leaves me
entirely lost for words.

Best wishes,
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