Taken in 2017 in south east Devon, this singular tree stood alone on the common. Above, storm clouds gathered. Indeed, I just managed to pack away before the rain fell hard. As the scene was devoid of much colour, black and white seemed a better way to convey the sinister, brooding scene best.
Some days just feel darker and more moody than others. This was taken on a beach in Scotland moments before the heavens opened and drenched what was not already wet. I had camped out close by the previous night to the rhythmic sound of crashing waves. Although sinister looking, the location was actually quite invigorating, especially when trapped by the concrete walls of London.
As the rest of the UK received a large dumping of snow, the Isle of Wight instead had high winds and squally rain showers. This is an image of the Needles on the west cost of the Isle of Wight. Walking up from the car park, the winds were in excess of 60 knots, which translates to mid force 11 winds, a few knots shy of hurricane wind speeds!
Last week saw story weather striking the south coast of the UK. I was in Devon and took the opportunity to travel to Dawlish Walsh. The sun was not hidden behind opalescent clouds but the water was being violently tossed around by the gale force winds. The groynes in this picture are at the top of the beach and seldom get wet. On this day, they were over run with wave upon wave.
End of day in Iceland in 2011 when I cycled round the island. It was the middle of summer and on the first few days, the temperature was a balmy twenty degrees Celsius.
A few days later, the skies open and for the remainder of the 18 day circumnavigation, the weather was in single digits and rained steadily most days. However, what stays with me above all else from Iceland was the unrelenting wind. Regardless of one’s orientation, the wind seemed to be permanently against one. If ever I have been close to quitting on a ride, it was several days into that experience.
Sometimes, squaring off against the elements for the shot can be worth the wait.
I sat on Exmouth beach as a storm front rolled in over the English Channel. The orange afternoon hues were soon extinguished by the choking, omnipresent clouds. Day was transformed to night as the wind suddenly picked up. Moments later, the heavens opened and I realised how exposed I was, sat alone on the stretch of sand.
A perfect afternoon as I recall.
Hoped for the rain to stop at the hostel so waited and waited but it didn’t so we set off at 11. Cycled north inland first and at about 10kms out of town the weather improved but it was still wet and gloomy. Julien feels the cold a lot more than Dave so went ahead a bit quicker. He found a lovely place for lunch and wrote Dave’s name on the road hoping he would see it and stop as he caught up. Unfortunately he didn’t see it and called from several miles down the road to find out where Julien was! Luckily Dave found another great place for a hot lunch so the boys dined in separate towns.
Now cycling towards Jokulsarlon which is renowned for it’s glacial lake. There were loads of icebergs floating around. Dave a bit behind so Julien snapped away. A Swiss couple made us a hot drink in their caravan which was lovely. We looked on the map for a campsite, the nearest of which was 35kms. So, we decided to stop where we were for the night and set up on top of a hill that lay next to the stunning lake. With the permanent light, we were afforded the most beautiful of views until the sky finally clouded over after supper.
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Today we were heading for Hofn which was 130km away. It was a long days ride especially after the previous one. We clung to the coastline. We cycled around beautiful fjords. It was still miserable weather and rained the whole day again. Body temperatures plummeted. But very stunning scenery. We couldn’t see in front of you. Passed shingle banks along the cliffs above and below all the time knowing that if it slips, the road would go from beneath you. Lovely seascapes but lots of gravel so hardcore cycling.
Stopped for lunch and whipped up a warm drink which made a big difference. No drama throughout the rest of today’s ride but spectacular scenery.
Arrived at Hofn 9pm. Went to the supermarket and bought high carb food. Crossed road to campsite and we were soaked to the skin. They had one cabin left so we took it and dried out. Could hear the rain hard on the roof the whole night. Went to bed trying to remember how it felt to cycle in the sunshine.
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Welcome to the All Terrain blog. This is a blog based around photography and filming in all types of landscapes, in all weathers and any location.
Rather than continue to communicate through the antiquated channel of a static website, All Terrain Photos will now be broadcast via this blog. I hope to enter into a more two way communication in this way. Social media is a great way to integrate a very social skill, photography, into the collective consciousness.
I set up All Terrain Photos and All Terrain Films in 2004, after returning from a year in South America where I was an expedition photographer based in southern Chile for several months. I took the opportunity to take in new adventures and see some incredible things.
Upon re-entering life in the UK, I became involved in a lot of film work. I have worked with the British Army when they attempted to summit Mount Everest via the West Ridge in 2006 and with Ford on an online comedy shot across Europe during 2007.
However, my principle interest has always been photography. I shoot mainly landscape, travel and expedition photography all around the world. I am a panoramic specialist, shooting mainly 6×12 or 6×24. However, when mountaineering or trekking about the furthest reaches of the globe, a large camera can often be too cumbersome. So I shoot also occasionally shoot on 6×9 and digital.
For me, the main focus of this blog is to discuss interesting places to shoot, good kit to take along and exciting adventures to be had and open up a conversation with the wider world.