I am the laziest photographer going when it comes to landscape photography. It is incredibly rare that I can drag myself out of a warm bed on a cold morning anywhere near in enough time to catch the golden hour of light as the sun rises. If it ever does happen it's because I'm on my way to photograph something else for a client. Recently I had one such morning where I needed to be in town around 8am and not wishing to return to a life of morning traffic jams I opted as I often do, normally later in the day, to use the ferry. Why anyone given the choice would choose to sit in traffic when they could drift over the water is beyond me.
The Ferry glides across the 'pond' from the 'big city'
Commuters board the 07.50 sailing from West Lynn ferry terminus
King's Lynn basks in the morning sunshine as the ferry navigates the Great Ouse
The Ferry Lane commuter belt feeds into the town