At 0300 hours, I forced myself out of bed, driven by the dream of capturing Morston Channel at sunrise like never before. The cold bit at me as I sipped bitter coffee, shaking off sleep. Disaster almost struck when my car refused to start, but luck was on my side, and the engine finally roared to life.

Arriving at Morston Quay, the air was thick with salt and the scent of wet seaweed. I launched my drone just as the sky began to glow, the first golden rays spilling over the horizon. The channel shimmered, bathed in ethereal light, and I captured the moment perfectly.

Returning home, I proudly shared the shot with my family, their awe confirming I’d achieved my goal. Against the odds, I had photographed Morston Channel at sunrise—a dream come true, a moment of triumph.