Perishing.. I’ve just had a terrible camping experience over the past few days while down in Croyde, Devon again. We realised the idea of a surf trip had failed the second we arrived in Croyde after our 4hour drive. There was really decent swell predicted, but the wind business was a tad fucked. What we found was blown-out. Fairly well unsurfable, devastated.. And that is basically it. I ended up trying to surf it that afternoon, no luck there. So the next day I though fuck it, I’m going fishing. My first time on the fly and I caught two little Sea Trout, decent ego booster, haha. And that really is about it.
But I did go for walk up to a mental headland, took some shots, and then chased some goats along the edge of a 150 foot cliff.
Now I’ve gotten home a find that I’ve been asked to shoot a wedding. Decent pay, but I’m fucking nervous..