Why?

Why would anyone leave their comfy warm bed at 5:40 in the morning?
Why would they tiptoe through the house, grab a few clothes, rummage (silently) for car keys?
Why would anyone park in a dodgy backstreet redolent of burglary and knife crime?
Why would a middle-aged bloke squeeze between bramble thickets, climb a barbed-wire fence, slide down a muddy mud-slide, then push through wet nettles draped in spider's webs?
Why would anyone do all that to get a picture of the dawn?
I ask you!

Give him his due: GO LARGE.