The sun is a rare visitor to Portland. Every time I visit the place, the clouds are thick and grey and the wind howls. This was not the case this morning. When I arrived, a tad later than I had hoped thanks to getting up late, I found Portland to be bathed in a warm, toffee-coloured sun. The light was golden and warm, the seas were still. Normally, when standing down on the edge of this part of the sea, the wind blows both you and your camera all over the place. But this morning, the elements were surprisingly still. And, on top of that, the sky was red. I have never seen Portland like this, and I have been here a good four or five times. This made for different looking images to what I have achieved here before, and that can only be a good thing.
The Crumbling Path
