I am  not one for NYE. I usually get woken up at midnight when more fireworks go off. This is less of an issue these days since Sam went to the great kennel in the sky. He was not one for unexpected bangs in the middle of the night unlike Bilbo who could be found the other side of the curtain mesmerised by the sights and sounds.

I was off out by 0700 heading West and watching the glimmering light of dawn fill my rear view mirror. Hardly a vehicle on the road but virtually nobody about on foot either other than the lookalike party goer walking down the slip road off the A14 at Bury St Edmunds.

My original mission was to shoot some large format film but once I got on location I plumped for medium format film and digital. Seasonal activities are seemingly governed by the high street but in East Anglia, there are some activities still dictated by the growing and harvesting season especially where sugar beet is concerned.

I went out earlier in the week and 24 hours later all I could smell in my nostrils was the sugar beet processing smell, a heavy, pungent sweet tang stuck up my nose. This morning the wind was in a different quarter.

Factory workers run this place 24/7 during the winter months.

I wonder at the V plume coming out of the stack and whether that was an NYD message or not.

A little further way from the drift gives a little more context to the factory and where it sits.

On the way back after a glorious sunrise I snooped around a local industrial estate.

Now I would love to re-shoot this on large format film but the vantage point is somewhat dangerous and grabbing a quick shot digitally on a quiet morning such as NYD  is one thing but getting up 8 feet off the ground is another thing with lorries and vans speeding past.