I've been standing at the top of one of the lookouts on Ben Buckler, waiting for the sun to peek over the cloudbank on the horizon. The waves are roaring as they crash, the wind is icy and howling, the tripod is shaking from it, I'm trying to shelter it with my body and while my backpack is in turn providing me with some shelter, there's no way that I'm not feeling it. A few early morning exercisers in fleecy hoodies run past toward the beach now and then. However good or bad the images that I take are, they'll never convey the actual sensations of being here. (Though my own advantage is that since I was, I'll remember it all when I revisit this shot.)

A red car pulls up on the nearby road. A guy gets out and starts dancing to his iPod, another gets out and starts doing surfing movements on the roof, clearly still in a festive mood from a night of partying. I turn my attention back to the horizon.

The sun finally makes an appearance. A girl jumps out of the car and runs toward me. We're both standing and facing this sunrise.

"Oh that is EPIC", she says in a Home Counties English accent.

"It certainly is that", I reply.

So whoever you are and wherever you are, English tourist girl, this title's for you.