Durdle Door by The Narratographer

Durdle Door by The Narratographer

Last Wednesday was such a tiring day. Matt and I met up at 5.30am and didn’t say out goodbyes until the sun had completely disappeared. During the entirety of the day, I took well over 500 images and I now have a ridiculous backlog to work my way through. Coupled with the hundreds of Rosie, Courtney and other travel images to process and upload, I am going to be busy for a while. The day started at the foot of Corfe Castle, where Matt and I had decided to meet in the hope that the mist may have decided to put in an appearance and meet us there. Sadly, the mist was as absent as the sun and instead we decided to make our way to the coast. The skies were grey and mottled, with no sign of an impending sunrise that would be worth getting our cameras out for. Arriving at the foot of some private road, we made our way along the bumpiest and most uneven of roads, eventually ending up on the edge of the mainland at the windiest piece of coast I have ever been to. The winds howled and moaned at a good 60mph and my tripod was acting like a flamingo on roller-skates. The skies were grey, the wind was angry and we decided against taking any images here and instead headed to Swanage. Dawn was breaking by the time we parked up by the foot of the pier and got our gear out of the boot. The winds were less angry here, but it really didn’t look like we were going to be able to get anything noteworthy or deserving of publication. There was little contrast in the sky and the first few images we took were bland and insipid. But we pressed on, taking long exposures of the sea and the old jetty as we waited for the pier to open. By the time it did, we snuck in and spent the next half hour killing time taking symmetrical photographs of the new pier whilst we waited for Wimpy to open (we were starving). Write-up to be continued…

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