I was sitting on a hill above the Bristol Channel on a cold grey January afternoon. The sun was low and threw some amazing threads of gold and silver light across the sea. Those two low islands that exist there looked like humped-back whales breaching the cold, grey surface of an Icelandic seascape. The world was going about its business and there was I, detached and in the moment.
And in that moment the clouds parted above the lands across the bay and I saw in the distance nestled between those dark brooding Welsh hills a perfect conical mountain with snow atop. The sharp point of the mountain was struck by the low sun, illuminating the snow that lay atop and making it look like a miniature Mount Fuji or a Schiehallion. Nature is a talented artist when it wants to be and I wish I had a camera to catch that moment in the few seconds before the sun went down. When I got home I researched this mountain and realised I had never heard of Sugar Loaf before. At least the Welsh version.
What moments existed where you wished for a camera beside you? Cat jumping, aliens, a rainbow?