You know how it is – you set off thinking that the next few days will be all about landscape photography and it ends up being very different – but in a good way.
The South West of England is somewhere that I know, or rather I did. The Exeter by-pass used to be a notorious bottleneck, the Tamar Bridge was the gateway to Cornwall and the A30 was just a country lane.
I reckoned on a few days capturing the rugged Cornish coastline, photographing old tin mines in the magical evening light and seeing (hopefully) quaint fishing villages, even though I knew it was bound to be very different from my childhood memories of holidaying in Fowey.
It’s still a wonderful place for photography. What I hadn’t expected was the almost Mediterranean weather. Not a cloud in the sky all day, every day – not ideal for landscape photography. The cool breeze, a reminder that it was April and this is the UK, meant that the surfers were out to enjoy themselves. So, it was a case of making the most of the opportunities that presented themselves – a bit of surf and a bit of turf.