This morning I was up again at five – the light was just beginning to brighten my tent. I wrapped up in a couple of blankets and sat with my camera to watch the sunrise over the lake. A magical interlude, though very chilly – no-one else stirred until well after six.
Our tents are on the western side of the lake, so as the sun rose, the tips of the mountains behind me were gradually washed in the most perfectly clear, lucent light.
There is no pollution, no dust, and no distraction from the perfection of a new day – awe inspiring indeed!