Sausage recipe for adventure: Sausage sunrise
As part of our everyday adventures we challenged ourselves to embrace the dawn. It’s been grey for weeks so we’ve had to wait for a clear morning. Conditions were deemed perfect at 07.48 this morning. For a sunrise at 08.24. Just enough time to cook up some sausages, fill a flask and leg it to the top of the fell.
The sun in a cup
“I’m going to catch the sunrise in my cup,” says Cameron, holding his mug to the horizon and squinting at the orange glow creeping up behind Ingleborough.
“Can we have that sausage sandwich now?”
“Not yet, we’re still waiting for this,” I say scratching a message onto the frosty bench.
Cold hands in warm pockets
I thrust my frostbitten hands deep into my pockets and Hannah slides her own in with them in a sneaky bid to steal my heat.
“I’m freezing,” she shrugs, but she’s smiling. On this deliciously crisp Friday morning, even the smallest amongst us realise frosty fingers aren’t for complaining about.
A neighbour passes with his three dogs and stops to chat. We would love to continue the conversation further but we have to catch the sunrise in our cups.
At last the sun
Five faces turn to the sun as it nudges about the spindly trees.
Five minutes of gloriously frosty fire.
And a sausage
Five glowing profiles.
Five sausage sandwiches.
Five full stomachs.
Five empty cups.
The sun is up.
It’s time for school.
Have you ever had a sausage sunrise?