The Wind is at the Heart of me.

Posted on December 6, 2018


“I am tired of brick and stone and rumbling wagon-wheels;
I hunger for the sea’s edge,
the limit of the land,
Where the wild old Atlantic is shouting on the sand. ” – John Masefeild.

A late November trip to Tibbetts to blow the cobwebs of a busy summer season away. Two massive storms, wind, a hairy helicopter ride, wind, torrential driving rain, bright spells, wind, gin and the ‘Atlantic shouting on the sand.’

The remote granite refuge of Tibbetts.

No man is an island.

Behind Rat Island

Looking towards the South Light.

Westside slab.

Jennys Cove.

Devils slide.

Stormy Westside.

Looking north

Old light.

Kit testing on North Lundy.

Looking Out.

Seal pup on Landing Beach.

Mother, nearby, keeping an eye.

South Light reflections.

There is always shelter at the Marisco.

and a warm fire in Tibbetts.


First major expedition for the Fuji XT-3, happy to say that the weatherproofing works, which is more than can be said for my third season jacket…

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