I always think of myself as a creature of wood and moor yet a huge part of me is pulled to the edges of our island. Coast lures me in a way that I can’t express in words and I can only hope that my photos convey a little of the mystery that I feel when embraced by the ocean.
I swim in her often, sometimes even sensing the very edges of my own mortality as I strike out for a hidden cove or secret beach. Although I try to deny my attraction it’s no use. The sea has me in her fluid grip and calls my vision more and more as we spend time together. I don’t feel complete unless I have a current booklet showing the local tide tables!
It’s not as though it’s a yearning for the drama of cliff and swell, no, the lonely expanse of my local beach is equally entrancing. Ainsdale in any weather, preferably without the company of crowds, can be all I need to sort out my head or reframe my outlook.
The shots here are of Ainsdale and there’s not a lot going on here, but it’s what’s underneath that matters. Can you feel it too? Is coast tugging at your tides?
The video is two minutes of meditative swell and drift, captured at St Bee’s Head in Cumbria. Best watched full screen with the audio turned up.