For two years I've had a dream, a longing, a wish, to be stood atop the Great Ridge, with the mist engulfing the landscape beneath me and the morning light bringing life to a beautiful new day. Time and time again that exact scene has eluded me. Mostly its the quintessential British grey sky disrupting my indulgence, or my inflexible plans or escapades abroad.
I've watched patiently as my friends witness the myth become a reality, beaming for their enjoyment but heartbroken I wasn't their alongside.
Weather-driven phenomena like inversions have seduced me for a while now. I wonder if its the uncontrollable nature of such activity offering me an escape in this power driven World. To be boldly put in your place, to pale insignificant to your surroundings is awe-inducing. It forces me to remove myself from my thoughts and find clarity in that very moment.
An inversion like the one I had in mind requires a cold cloudless night followed by warm morning sunshine. Even then, that only offers a slightly increase in chance. Friday morning however, those conditions came together and delivered more than I could fathom. As I peaked Mam Tor, the sun rose above the horizon and lit up an ocean of mist in Hope Valley.
It was even more beautiful than I'd ever imagined. It happened and I'd waited two years for that very moment. It was biblical.
Saturday I woke at 4:30am to make the drive once again. The elements were aligned for a second inversion in two days. I couldn't miss the possibility of another opportunity. Alas, I don't know what I've done to deserve this magic, but it was happening all over again. A dream realised, a longing met, a wish granted.
The only way I know to honour my experiences is to share them with you, out of pure hope that I inspire you to seek out the pleasures of nature rather than succumb to this material life. I can't find the words to describe the importance of what the last two mornings meant to me, hopefully my photos will do some justice...