The great thing about having a camera is that there is always something to do. Before we were parents Baz and I loved to jump in the car and head for wild weather. Clovelly in Devon was always a favourite spot. We’d park the car uphill from the high waves on rough nights, and the sea-spray would hit the windows of the seafront hotel. Our Dorset-based plan this Saturday was to take a bus to Charmouth and walk home along the cliffs to West Bay, lunching at the Anchor at Seatown. Storm Desmond made this too risky so we drove along the coast road and across the causeway to the wild and legendary Portland Bill
It was not a day for pin-sharp outdoor photos – not with all that salt and spray in the air – but there was no shortage of atmosphere
Baz laughed at how many pictures I took of the interior of Trinity Lighthouse, but the staircase was beautiful. Anyway, he took just as many
In bed at night I can see the beam from the lighthouse, so it was amazing to see the lens, which can apparently be seen from up to forty miles away
Outside, Baz was caught by a wave. The day grew rougher and he said how terrible it must be for the people in Cumbria who have been flooded by this same storm and lost so much, while we were unscathed
3 thoughts on “Wild Portland Bill”
Great photos – my husband comes from this part of the world and we used to go on visits to the area. Remember the pounding seas at West Bay! Horrible for the poor folks in Cumbria – it will take ages to clean everything up so sad just before Christmas too.
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Oh dear! You must have been beside yourself! Does she still sleep like that? I do love a good storm, but I have a healthy respect for danger so we don’t take great risks. The first 2 shots of the monument thing taken from inside the lighthouse are his and they’re my favs. I saw the victims of the flooding on the news again last night and nearly didn’t write this because I felt so guilty. It’s such a shame
Great photos – were his as good?
We only got caught up in a storm once – my first (and last) go at camping after years of persuasion by the husband. Us two and two small girls practically on the edge of a cliff in South Wales while the storm raged around us. In the morning ours was the only tent left standing. Incredibly, one of the girls slept right through it and was so sound asleep I held a mirror to her mouth to make sure she was still breathing – an incident which has found its way into family legend.
Nature is fascinating but I prefer to keep out of its way when it’s ‘going off on one’. I really feel for those people who have had their homes damaged by the recent storm it must be soul destroying.
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