IT'S been ages since I've been required to get up at the crack of dawn to go and do a job for a newspaper, one of the delights of climbing the newsdesk tree.
But having deployed a reporter and photographer to Edinburgh Airport this morning before the sun had even broke, stopping at the bridge near Ratho to catch the first flight away from the cloud of ash hanging over Scotland seemed a good way to show some solidarity.
After all, it was on my way into the office.
Carrying with my trusty Canon G10, I climbed the steps, only to immediately be crushed by the sight of a real photographer armed to the teeth with a Nikon and telephoto lenses galore, and a TV camera crew with reporter.
Still, it was good to get some morning – if volcanic ash filled – and a sage reminder of why the early morning photography is better left to the real professionals.