Post series The British Coast
Oh, to be at the coast in Britain on a summer’s day, with a light breeze blowing and nothing else to do but marvel at the beauty of it all.
To hell with warm, sunny days. Let the squalls come.
The final resting place of a beloved character from the Harry Potter series of books and films.
One of my hobbies is visiting less-than-salubrious destinations to take interesting photographs.
Instagram is where the audience is, but not every photo is suitable for Instagram. Highly-detailed images get lost amongst the pouting girls and gaudy sunsets. These photos deserve to be viewed larger.
Living in a land-locked, mountainous country can be hard when you love the seaside, beaches, caves and coastal nature. Luckily, Scotland abounds in such things, and we took the opportunity to spend a couple of hours at Lunan Bay when we visited Angus in July.
Spending three weeks in one of the most beautiful parts of the world this summer.
One has to wonder what happened in the Devon seaside town of Seaton to bring it from a self-touted “artisanal haven” to its current dilapidated state.
A small community on the British coast, near Poole in Dorset, is a prime piece of land. Measuring just eighty-eight metres at its narrowest point, the peninsula is amongst the most expensive pieces of real estate in the world, after cities like London and Tokyo.
Mattia Bicchi smashes it out of the park again with this wonderful time-lapse video of the Jurassic Coast in the south of England.
The Perimeter is a photography project by Quintin Lake, based on walking 10,000km around the coast of Britain in sections. The journey started on 17th April 2015 at St Paul’s cathedral.
Our holiday to the south of England this summer took us to the most south-westerly point of the British mainland.
Burgh Island, off the coast of Devon, was re-christened by Agatha Christie in 1941 for her famous Hercule Poirot novel “Evil Under The Sun”.
I was a little disappointed that the “castle” at Tintagel was little more than a few bits of wall at the coast. (I suppose I have been spoiled by the castle ruins at Dunnottar and Tantallon.) Our walk along the coast path, doing battle with the wind, was lovely anyway, with foxgloves (a memory from…
A winter visit to the large beach at Brora, in the far north of Scotland.
Filmed by Sam Moore of Visual Air, these are touching sequences of a structure which can’t be much longer for this world.
With hindsight, one of the things which drew me to the home where we now live is how many little details of it are similar to where I spent childhood holidays. Not the mountains, but the sweep of a shore line, the little houses dotted across the hillside, the wild grasses waving in the breeze,…
As part of our travels in Britain – in particular since Jo’s parents moved to the northern part of Scotland – I’ve wanted to visit the far extremes of the islands. I’ve decided to make do with the mainland destinations first, as they’re within comparatively easy reach. Jo and I made it to the end…
If you’re heading along the A9 across the Cromarty Bridge in Scotland when the tide is out, you’ll see a number of blackened stumps sticking out of the mud of the estuary just next to the Ardullie roundabout for Dingwall. There is more of a history to them than you might think: they aren’t just random…
Just up the coast from the collapsing cliffs in East Yorkshire is the more solid mass of Flamborough Head, one of the northernmost sections of chalk which thread their way up from the south coast of England to the north. As the tide was out when I visited, I headed for the beach to inspect…