I ran away down to Cornwall on my own last week with a little red tent , kettle and cameras …
A whole day was spent down at Nanjizal , a magical place I’ve wanted to visit for a very long time . Mostly I had it all to myself , just every now and then I spotted the occasional walker taking a rest on the grassy headland before gearing legs into action once more to carry on their walk . Perfect .
This little gem can be reached by way of the SW Coast Path or by parking outside the village of Trevescan taking a hike across fields, and then on down through a steep sided valley , which at this time of year is clothed in crumpling bronze ferns and rounded mounds of purple heather . Beautiful .
My first glimpse was of the long narrow slit in the cliff and a shallow pool of almost jade green waters … known as The Song of the Sea or Zawn Pyg . Unfortunately this feature was one I didn’t manage to capture to my liking so that’ll have to wait for another time .
The tide being very much out when I arrived meant the beach was full of huge gritty boulders , seaweed, and a small area of beautiful soft sand .
There was much less beach than I’d imagined , I found out later storms a couple of winters ago swept huge amounts of sand out to sea , thereby uncovering a larger area of bedrock .
Surrounding the cove massive scored and cracked granite cliffs rise up steeply with nooks and crannies for birds and ledges on which salt tolerant plants and grasses happily grow .
I carefully pottered up around and over what felt like every rock at the end of the day … observed waves … nibbled snacks hoping for a little more colour in the sky … looked for compositions and investigated rock pools .
When the tide turned I was as ready for it as I could have been …
There’s much for me to think about with these long exposures – not least about the tide advancing and although red wellies were on I’ve been caught out before and didn’t fancy a traipse back up and up and even more up hill with soggy feet , so I took care .
Timings for these were very much experimental . I know there are various apps etc for exposure times , but with my eyesight I’d rather just press the remote count and take it from there .
A few trial shots to make sure there’s a happy balance between pitch black and that awful flashing totally blown out LCD screen (!) and it’s then a matter of trying to read the wave movement … with some I managed to get the receding waters , others were very misty over the rocks . It pays now and then to check the focus too, as tripod legs can shift with smallest amount of swirling waters .
Time passed … and the light began to fail .
It was tempting to stay just a little longer for one more wave .. you know how it is … but tiredness took over and common sense prevailed .
So with a very dreamy ending to my day of photography I was happy to trug up that hill with all batteries exhausted . Including mine :-)
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