Framedlight

Following on from my coast path walk with Hettie it was time to consider where to go for sundown. Note, not sundowner ! For some reason, best known to myself, we drove for about an hour up to Crackington Haven, the most northern bit of my 'territory'. I left Hettie in the car to rest while I made for the beach. The rocky foreshore had a number of people on it when I arrived, but they soon left for their suppers and I was alone facing a rapidly incoming tide. As the sun went down I moved up the beach with breached wellingtons, until I finally used a 200mm lens to get closer to the action! A few high whispy clouds appeared with dusk and when it was almost dark I gave up and we returned to our cottage for supper and the continuing story of the 'history of film'