The City of Angels beckons

The City of Angels beckons

At the time, electronic DJ culture was far from the mainstream McEDM Superbowl-friendly twoddle of today .. it was viewed as a curious import, a niche obscure subculture appropriated by a combination of B-Boys, Dayglo ravers, chinstrokers, and businessmen who'd taken a wrong turn and wound up in a noisy neon hellpit.

Sunrise at the Harbour

It was 3.50am when the alarm chimed.

I grabbed my camera bag and headed out into the emerging morning. The sky was still full of rich purples and velvet blues, but over towards the coast to the East, a rich aurora of muted gold and ruddy pinks were marbling the horizon. The wind farm's blades lay dormant, silhouettes inching nearer with every passing second.

20 minutes later I was there, and I strode out into a rising cacophony of birdsong, heading out to the edge of the land ... bird sanctuary on one side, fishing boats rolling in on the Rother on the other, whilst straight ahead lay the ocean, yawning in the morning's calm.