Dawn

It was crisp and clear before dawn when the Gorse Fox set off for Worcester. The heated windscreen came into its own quickly clear the thick layer of frost.

An hour later an almost imperceptible change occurred to the east and a deep red hue insinuated itself into the Gorse Fox's peripheral vision. Bit by bit it brightened through orange to gold and silhouetted the stark winter trees against the sky.

With one final push the sun burst over the horizon and another day was born.