I can't tell you how windy it was on top of this tor, my hat blew off (from inside my hood), my tripod went crashing over countless times and moved about so much most of the pictures suffered, my coffee, when I poured it, blew right out of the cup! It was a steep climb and a windy summit, but when the clouds split open and the rising sun poured through I was expecting the into to The Lion King to start playing. A beautiful sight, and although I was freezing cold the whole time (except for the steep climb up in which I boiled) I would recommend an early morning moorland wander to anyone. Cleared my mind a treat.

Whenever I'm in a hot country I often like to rise with the dawn because I love the secret time of sunrise, but living in Cornwall makes early mornings a cold affair. In April however I decided to brave it, I packed some coffee and drove out into the moors, with no real direction. The sun started to rise and I looked for some high ground, the first spot was overlooking a sleepy little village, I jumped out of the car and into the wind to enjoy the dawn, nearly froze to death, but I'm glad I went. The second spot was on top of a tor, which I decided to climb, for some reason, before 7am on that April morning. Again, I nearly froze to death, but it was worth it. I think everyone should rise with the dawn just for the sake of it every now and then, it's good for you.