The weather could not have been more different from the previous day, crisp soft light, an ethereal mist and the first inkling that sunrise was going to be spectacular. Yet I was feeling awful, a pounding headache from the previous night spent in the Transient Light wagon had turned into a migraine and even as the first pink fingers of dawn stretched across the vast expanse of Rannoch moor and softly lit this tuning fork shaped tree I was sick, repeatedly, wretchedly ill. Thankfully my dedication to the cause of photography paid off. I'm not sure that the three piles of vomit that greeted the hapless quintet of photographers that followed, caused them to be equally impressed with my resolve.
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