Last Sunday was a stormy rainy day that you would normally sit by the fire and watch an old black and white movie on the television, and prepare for the working week ahead.
But getting a little claustrophobic and unhappy about not taking many photos recently I packed the family into the Landrover and headed out on a grand adventure ….. or Weston-Super-Mare, not too far from my home city of Bristol.
Throughout my childhood my father had done many similar trips with me, normally to destinations further afield. But with my son being only 13 months old I thought the local beach was a good place to start. After a few unstable walks up and down the beach the rain started to increase and the storm clouds thickened and this old Victorian Cafe became a warm shelter for a break and a chance for me to pop out and get some photos.
It’s strange how we sometimes forget why we did things as children, and how just by getting out and running around it can make you see things in a different light. Yes we did get all cold and wet ….. and the sand does still get everywhere, but I know where I’ll want to be the next time we have a stormy day.
