This is where we are fortunate to call ‘home’. This is the beach at the end of our road.
The wet sand is caused by one of the local streams that cross the beach. Underneath our feet, right around here, a substantial percentage of the world’s telecommunications are flowing, as several undersea cables make landfall here. About 150m from our house we have a nuclear bunker that protects the cable landing station of some of the older ones. It’s a bit ironic really that just a few miles from here rural residents have practically non-existent broadband.
This was taken close to low tide on a winter’s evening as I was waiting for the sun to pop out from under the clouds. The surfer shot was taken a few minutes later. When you see clouds like this in the sky then you know that you are going to get a good sunset; as a photographer you know that the conditions are going to deliver up a few keepers.
We’re looking in a south westerly direction down the coast here towards the hump of Cambeak, sticking out beyond Crackington Haven. Just a little further, behind and to the right, lies Venezuela.