Jack’s the early bird…

Next morning it was still dark when I heard Jack moving around.

“What are you doing? Are you ok?” I asked. “I’m going to see the sun rise” he replied…

I just grunted and pulled the thick, soft duvet closer around my ears.

Later when he returned and showed me the photos I wished I’d made the effort.

Even though the weather forecast said only 6 degrees over night, because there wasn’t any wind and Jack had put warm clothes on he didn’t feel the cold, but was pleased to have warm porridge for breakfast.

Here are the photos Jack took of the sunrise…

The lights of Hobart across the River Derwent as dawn breaks

The sun starts to make a tentative appearance

Another walker enjoys the early morning

Then it bursts out in all it’s glory.

Looking in the other direction

The sun catches the peak of Mount Wellington. Is that some one paddling?

They breed them tough down here, it must be a local to be paddling and to be wearing shorts as well…Mt Wellington looks like a miniature Uluru as it glows in the morning light.