The Craic of Dawn

We slept like a couple of beans in a tin and woke up at dawn. It was The Last Day of October 2004.

I looked out of the window and I saw the sight of the holiday - the mist-filled valley with the sun coming up over the mountain.





As the sun came over the lip of the horizon, it heated the valley vapour and within 10 minutes the mist rose up covering everything in a cold white fog. An amazing way to begin our last day.