Wells-next-the-Sea is an old favourite of mine, with its many distinctive features and so I was delighted that this was one of the options for our sixth day of plein air locations.
By the time I’d arrived the sun was high and second breakfast was well overdue. I made for the foreshore near the Tide Recorder Station, hoping it would be a less populous place (considering the swelling number of tourists channelling into the area).
I’m always struck by the curiousness of this crow’s nest of a shed – nautical and utilitarian. I settled into my main subject and was weighing up how to include the ebb and flow of people, when a couple arrived with folding chairs and solicitous grandson and blended perfectly into the composition. I loved the way their chair struts mirrored the braces on the weather station and the pleasure they clearly derived from sitting, drink in hand, watching the tide.
As I was finishing at about 2-30pm, my daughter Elsa and her five-week old son Oscar arrived – she fed and changed him as I finished up and we then went for a lovely late afternoon walk around the harbour.