“Flights may be grounded, but there is a chance of a fantastic sunset” the weather lady on the BBC said tonight.
Apparently the volcanic ash was going to do wonders with the atmosphere and as usual my camera battery was flat, my memory cards were almost full and I had no idea where to even think about going to take a photo.
I jumped in the car and headed towards Lough Neagh with a vague memory of some nice view points I’d seen in a past life, but no real idea where to find them. Cue thirty minutes of driving, stopping, thinking, looking…
I’d given up in the end. I was heading home with a sick feeling in my gut that I was never going to cut it as a photographer if I couldn’t even find a place to take a photo never mind actually get up the nerve to walk onto a field and set up a tripod.
And then I came across a little pier behind a pub and some people watching the the very thing I was looking for. There was even a nice woman who sat in the photo for me.
Maybe it wasn’t the best sunset ever. And I know this probably isn’t the best shot of it. But it was a good reminder that sometimes, just sometimes, you need to have a little faith.