At the end of a photographically uninspiring week, Niall, Matt, Tash and I decided to hop on a train for 2 and a half hours and hop off in Weymouth. And I have to say, I couldn’t think of anything I would have loved to do more after a brilliant day of wind so strong you can lean your full body weight against it, waves so big you got covered in salty sea water from 20 meters away and a roast dinner so huge I thought I wouldn’t be able to move for days after eating it.
This was taken with my Bronica, on a walk from Weymouth to Portland. I used pebbles for a tripod, focussed roughly on the area I thought I’d stand and got Matt to press the button for me. I’d say Weymouth is definatly on the list for future exploration.
I’ll post some more pictures later, after my last exam on Friday. Which means I should probably head back to reality. *sob*