A torch lit walk to the loo. Connected the wire to the battery to light the common tarped area. Lit the gas hoping the roaring and hissing would not awaken the Mantheys sleeping nearby. Walked over to the Horky tent and woke Massimo. Established Megan's head torch was flat. Alistair quickly produced one. Sipped the coffee.
We set off across the river. Torches are essential as we traverse the stepping stones across the river. Alistair is striding out front setting a cracking pace. I have a hand torch and not knowing how long it will last, I position myself in the middle of the pack. Walking by the lights of others and only switching mine on to navigate obsticals. The pace is fast and the track is steep. Lots of stone steps and steel ladders. I am soon huffing and puffing.
We reach the top as the sky begins to lighten. The track levels out. Walking is easier.
We arrive at the look out and congregate obediently behind the fence. A metaphor as always for the nanny state. I hop over and find a comfortable vantage point sitting on a rock with a back rest. Soon almost everyone except the two elderly ladies and Massimo have climbed over.
A small orange dot appeared wink on horizon. I had expected an orange disc to rise up from the horizon but the sun rise was more like the small dot wink on and off and then the main disc rose.
The pictures so far are not in chronological order rather they were taken after the sun rose.
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