The winds coming off The Solent on this hazy morning must have been far stronger than the 58 m.p.h. that had been forecast. I say this because, for the first time, I was unable to stand still on the clifftop , and was constantly being blown backwards. I was forced to sit on a bench which was firmly rooted in place.
The Isle of Wight and The Needles were swathed in haze,
and I needed the security of the bench to photograph the choppy waves sparkling in the occasional shaft of sunlight
that also illuminated the Beachcomber café beside which a woman tossed a ball for her eager retriever.
In the opposite direction another woman walked alongside her canine charge.
Before collapsing onto the bench I photographed a couple’s progress along the promenade. Because I couldn’t hold the camera in the face of the fierce gusts I occasionally produced unexpected results, one of which is the black and white image above;
mind you, in this pairing you might think the shifted angle provided the more satisfying image.
Unbeknown to me the Assistant Photographer followed my proceedings.
She then drove us inland where we could expect the winds to be less forceful.
We followed lanes less travelled like Bennets, Anna,
and London, bearing its usual amount of fly tipping. On this particular corner beside a farm gate I have already pictured a burnt out car, and, further along a trio of abandoned fridges.
This evening we dined on cheese centred haddock fish cakes; piquant cauliflower cheese; firm boiled potatoes and carrots with which Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I drank more of the Cabernet Sauvignon.