hedges awaiting cutting back

I woke up at 6.45. There was the first, pretty, trace of light in the sky when I looked out of the window. On impulse I got dressed, and after a NO breakfast cycled to THE HEDGE at the nearby air-base. 

This is the site of the UK's operations for drone surveillance and extra-judicial killings. This autumn is my tenth year visiting the site, usually a few times each year.  The routine, as first figured out back in 2015, I go, turn my back on the perimeter fence (a prohibted site for photography) and face instead the flat Lincolnshire landscape - or rather the hedge that runs beside and parallel to the fence. This is my pointless protest. 

Only half way there this morning and the sun appeared on the horizon, I was gonna miss that very soft pre-dawn light. 

The humidity was super high so everywhere was dripping wet even though there had not been any rain. As anticipated my feet were soaked in 10 seconds.

The cycle ride took it out of me and combined with a runny nose and wet feet the images that the art world has been breathlessly looking forward to seeing of this autumn's hedge photos may not be quite as impressive as previous years. 

I'm sorry.

I just boiled over the milk for my cornflakes while photographing my soggy socks on the kitchen floor. That actually may be the best shot of the morning.

I 'm gonna do a camera obscura shoot later and am looking forward to filming of a recording studio session with LAD tomorrow and hearing their new material.