Sunset at Vazon Bay

After the final day of workshops on Guernsey, Carl, Gill and I went for a walk along Vazon Beach as the sun was setting.  It was a warm, balmy evening, and the place was virtually deserted.  All it needed was a dumb blonde labrador to complete the idyll...

There was a slightly serious note to beginning of the walk as all the flags on the island were flying at half mast.  This was due to the premature demise of Guernsey's Lieutenant Governor, Peter Walker, who had died suddenly the previous day.

The evening light was beautiful, and the sea wall was distinctly warm to the touch.

The shadows of two photographers, both attempting to make pictures out of the railings above.

Carl, photographing everything which moved (or didn't, in the case of the sand castle and crab sculpture which we found on the beach).

The final picture shows the strange and ancient Guernsey sport of "rock lifting".  No, I don't understand it either...

Swans and Sunset at Welney

After spending Friday morning fighting with a dead boiler and a man from British Gas, it was a welcome relief to spend the afternoon at Welney photographing the swans with other members of Cambridge Camera Club.  The light was intermittent, but when the sun came out the yellows, pinks and oranges of the sunset were absolutely gorgeous.

As the light level dropped, it was time to try a few arty-farty slow shutter speed shots.  I particularly like the one of the three mallards.

During "last knockings" we were able to watch the swans flying in with a dramatic sunset in the background.

Huge thanks are due to Ann Miles for the loan of her lens.  She had to make do with "holding the baby" (her granddaughter) or borrowing my lens instead.  We all have to suffer for our art...

Sunset at Woodbridge

After dinner a bunch of us (those who could find their car keys, anyway) went to Woodbridge to watch the sunset. An interesting time, as some of our number managed to pick up assorted waifs and strays in the process...



Owing to a slight detour (about the fifth of the day - my navigational skills were not up to scratch at the time) the sun had pretty well already gone down by the time we arrived at the river side. No matter as the moon was up, giving some wonderful colours in the sky and the water. The only slight issue was the number of boats around: it simply wasn't possible to isolate one or two in order to get a pleasing composition.



By the time the light completely faded, we were all being eaten alive by mosquitoes. Cue a quick exit, and mad dash back to the bar before it closed. Only one detour on the way home, but it did involve going quite a large distance the wrong way down the A14 towards Felixstowe...