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The shrill ringtone of the alarm in my mobile bores into my brain. My eyes, gluey with sleep, are unwilling to open. The dog gives me a baleful stare and turns its back. Just a little while more, just five minutes – it’s three in the morning... But from the next room comes the sound of another mobile, another alarm, upstairs somebody drops a torch on the floor... A bleary-eyed glance out of the window – the glow of dawn is intensifying: high time to get up! Somebody puts the kettle on, spoons coffee into mugs... Someone else is having trouble getting up... But the company exchanges wicked glances and outside the offender’s door a male-voice choir strikes up an impressive chorus of “Morning has broken”. A moment later a woman’s voice issues calmly from behind the door: “Not today, thank you”. There’s no answer to good manners like that… Outside the window engines are starting up now, cameras, bags and tripods are being bundled into boots, and the car windows stream with rivulets of dew... We’re off, speeding along the deserted road, east, in search of light.
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