This morning I just could not sleep. It is hot here, well, hot for england at least. It was all sultry and sweaty last night, very humid and at 5am this morning there I am throwing the covers off and trying to get some sleep but I just can’t.

I was laid in bed thinking, this would be a good time to get up, go around town and take some photos of buildings, the sun would be low, some great light conditions, and so I got up. I went to the loo, then climbed back in bed and woke at 7am.

Great. So now I’m pissed at myself for not staying up and doing what I was thinking about, and pissed at myself because I just couldn’t sleep any later. I’m not going to -hope- that I wake up at 5am again though, but if I do I’m determined to make use of it.