I arrived at Cawfield Quarry on this morning hoping for the inversion that had been forecast the previous evening. However, winds had blown in from the west, mixing out the atmosphere and shepherding in a layer of low level cloud. The result was this scene of quiet grandeur, where the stark landscape met the delicate colors of a winter sunrise, creating a moment of stillness and tranquility.

Somewhere beneath the imposing, near iconic rock face of the quarry wall, its craggy texture and layered strata revealing the passage of countless years, sits a bright orange tent. See if you can spot it 😉