A productive day. I banged out several thousand words of the book, in the process wading through enough tidal gubbins to make my brain melt.
We headed up to St Alban’s Head for some fresh air at sunset. The local weather has changed somewhat since yesterday. Getting out of the car, I was nearly knocked over by a newly arrived arctic gale. The sun was setting over Portland Bill with a thin patch of cloud perfectly diffusing its glare, bathing everything in a rather lovely pinky-orange glow. I set my tripod up and weighed it down with a hefty bag. As I turned to attend to my camera, the tripod and bag were actually blown away. Luckily the wind was coming in from the sea, not heading out.
By the time I finally fixed this mess and set everything up again, the sun had gone and there was no light. I had to lean bodily on the tripod to keep it upright and my fingers were too numbed from cold to feel the shutter button. So, you get the above pic. But, think what might have been…
I was having a parallel experience at Anvil point, the girls were not impressed!
jg