The Causeway
Lindisfarne, Holy Island, Northumberland
It had been a tough three days so far and the third early start for an expectant sunrise didn’t ease our tiredness. The day had started at Dunstanburgh Castle and the black pebble boulders of Embleton Bay.
If I needed proof that I’m getting old and my general fitness is not as good as I would like to think it is… was demonstrated to me in spades!!! I really wanted to shoot low level at boulder height, but getting anywhere amongst them was a bridge to far for me. To say they are as slippy as hell is an understatement and I couldn’t find a decent pitch for my tripod. It didn’t help that I couldn’t stand up as well and so retreated back to the safety of the rock slabs… which still proved slippy as hell if you stepped on the slimy stuff!
I got a few shots of the pillbox and walked with Geoff to the other end of the beach to see if I could salvage anything from the morning (not really looked at them so far).
Back at the cottage, the effort of the morning shoot had taken its toll on us all and the option of staying in with afternoon snoozes beckoning was rising high up the list. However, Geoff had researched a potential shot of the causeway and so we headed back to Lindisfarne to catch the incoming tide.
I’m glad we did make the effort. Something quite therapeutically about standing in the middle of a road in wellies with a creeping tide heading towards you. I say creeping, that tide moves bloody fast and I was forever retreating backwards to the mainland.
The Causeway
Lindisfarne, Holy Island, Northumberland
It had been a tough three days so far and the third early start for an expectant sunrise didn’t ease our tiredness. The day had started at Dunstanburgh Castle and the black pebble boulders of Embleton Bay.
If I needed proof that I’m getting old and my general fitness is not as good as I would like to think it is… was demonstrated to me in spades!!! I really wanted to shoot low level at boulder height, but getting anywhere amongst them was a bridge to far for me. To say they are as slippy as hell is an understatement and I couldn’t find a decent pitch for my tripod. It didn’t help that I couldn’t stand up as well and so retreated back to the safety of the rock slabs… which still proved slippy as hell if you stepped on the slimy stuff!
I got a few shots of the pillbox and walked with Geoff to the other end of the beach to see if I could salvage anything from the morning (not really looked at them so far).
Back at the cottage, the effort of the morning shoot had taken its toll on us all and the option of staying in with afternoon snoozes beckoning was rising high up the list. However, Geoff had researched a potential shot of the causeway and so we headed back to Lindisfarne to catch the incoming tide.
I’m glad we did make the effort. Something quite therapeutically about standing in the middle of a road in wellies with a creeping tide heading towards you. I say creeping, that tide moves bloody fast and I was forever retreating backwards to the mainland.