After a week of nothing but grey cloud and mizzle here in the North East of England it was pleasing to see the promise of Sunshine in amongst the cloud this weekend. So Sunday morning my alarm went off at 5:30am and a quick glance out of the window revealed clear skies, stars and a crescent moon. In short no excuses for switching the alarm off and getting back into bed. So, up and dressed and out the door in 10 minutes (I prepared the night before), I hit the road with intention of heading towards Steetley to get a shot of the Pier there. Trouble is, having never been there before I pretty much drove right past it and ended up at the Hartlepool Headland instead. No matter, there’s plenty of photo opportunities there (I particularly like the old gas-light style street lamps they have there, will definitely have to go back and shoo those sometime). The problem when I arrived however was a great mass of dark grey cloud on the horizon. I felt a little deflated when I saw it to be honest, because three times running now I have arrived at a coastal location to see a similar sight and the sunrise that accompanied it has been decidedly unverwhelming. However I struck out from the car full of hope and quickly happened upon the Hartlepool Cannon (or the Sebastapol Cannon, or Heugh Cannon), pointing stalwartly toward an apparent chink in the cloud.
I set up my tripod and waited. It was a chilly morning (gonna have to get myself a flask I think), but It wasn’t long before I was rewarded. The sun began to break through and I had decent spell taking shots as the colours grew, and the light changed.
This 19th Century cannon was captured from the Russians during the Crimean War. In 1857 the secretary of state, Lord Panmure offered the cannon to Hartlepool Borough Council, who accepted it gratefully and it stands to this day, keeping a watchful eye out for Invaders coming in from the North Sea.