End of day at Bigbury-on-Sea. Watching the ships role in. Sharing the scene with two Russian fishermen. One random evening…
Another weekend down in Sussex and I wanted to find an alternative view of Bosham harbour. As the sun dropped behind the village with its iconic church depicted in the Bayeux Tapestry and said to have been built on the crypt where King Kanute was buried, I chanced upon this scene. In the foreground, the seaweed looked more like the webbing of a giant spider, blanketing the exposed wetlands at low tide.
This is a shot from the Serengeti in north west Tanzania. There were a load of people standing around the scene, so I found a knoll next to the small body of water that elevated me just above the height of the foliage. The water was full of hippopotamuses and crocodiles, which was another reason I wanted to put some height between me and them.
Several tourists stood perilously close to the edge of the water, even though they had been expressly told by their guide not to do so, putting them in the perfect position for a croc to grab a late snack. I kept my camera poised for an action shot…
Spent the weekend down in Sussex with my mother to mark ten years since my father’s death and wanted to capture a quintessentially local scene of Bosham, where he was laid to rest. It was a stunning day and the sky lit up in a stunning, fiery orange after the sun had set. This is of the Bosham sailing club, in dwindling light.
Shots from the vault: Back in 2009, I had just completed my cycle ride from London to Nordkapp in Norway, some 2.5k miles away. Following completion of this journey, I took a ferry from Honningsvåg to Hammerfest, where I spent these evening before heading on to Tromsø the following morning. I was treated to a spectacular light show that evening as the sun bounced along the horizon. Being north of the Arctic Circle and mid-summer, the sun never dropped below this level.
Over Christmas, whilst in Hong Kong, I took a ferry out to an island called Ma Wan, to visit an abandoned village. More on that in another entry. At the end of the day, I was wondering along the west coast, when I saw a husband and wife approaching the pier on their boat. It was such a different scene to the usually hustle and bustle of Hong Kong, especially with the rural scene and flotilla behind the couple, bathed in the golden evening light.
Over the Christmas period, I was staying over in Asia. The above view is looking south from Kowloon across Victoria Harbour, at Hong Kong. The skies had been clear blue all day until the critical moment when the sun was about to drop behind the peak. I found a great spot on the crowded harbourside, close to the Star Ferries terminal. Seated by the barrier, whilst other photographers snapped the many boats in the scene, I exposed the shot for over 100 seconds, to blur out all the foreground detail and capture the movement in the clouds instead.
I drove around Harris on my first evening, looking for the right vantage point for an end of day shot. I spoke to a local farmer, who recommended an isolate beach situated on the far side of his land. Once there, I had the whole place to myself and perhaps one of the finest sunsets I have been fortunate enough to witness. The colours were so vibrant, the water looked like it was gold, lapping against my feet.
Clouds rolled in at the last minute to obscure the setting sun over the tiny village of Ardroil, on the Isle of Lewis. I had this huge expanse of sand all to myself with the exception of the occasional dog walker. I had decided to camp a few miles away in a place called Kneep, to capture the 4am sunrise the following morning, which turned out to be an error for two reasons. Firstly, the Kneep campsite was pretty awful, especially in comparison to the wild camping at Ardroil. Secondly, the rain started to fall after the sun dropped and the next day was a wash out.