It's such a special moment when the light first hits. Standing in the early pre-dawn silence, you watch the sky get fractionally paler and paler, until the sun suddenly breaks cover over the hills with a sharp flash and runs down the slopes into the valley, bringing brightness to the trees and the river and the path ahead. It never gets old. 📍 Peak District, England

The villages of the #peakdistrict always stop me in my tracks when I see them dreaming on quiet mornings. All was peaceful on the lanes as I watched this scene, the early sun brushing the trees, turning them to gold here and there, and the mist still lazily drifting across the fields. Even the old gate looked like it needed to stretch and wake up.