They are coming you know.

At 7.30 this morning(6.30 in Britain) a cotton wool like craft appeared in the sky over Serinya.

I boldly stood in the field below, and without any hesitation photographed the craft as it drifted towards the village. It appeared to be surveying the scene but un-menacing.

I was neither intimidated nor over awed and stood and observed its passage until I became too cold to linger, Weetabix then called and I went back home.

I like the early morning at this time of year, the transition from night to day provides provoking images,the sky is in a constant state of flux and the light wrestles with the clouds to be predominant.

As we move through February and March the scenes will change and as the clocks go forward one will need to get up at three or four in the morning to experience the equivalent transitions. Then the conflict is between bed and art.