The sea and shoreline always feels like I'm home. The bleak cold winter months are my favourite time spent wandering the tideline. After growing up with the sea a mere stones throw away, to live somewhere that I could no longer smell the salty tang or the low dull warning blast of the fog horn always felt like I was missing something.
There is a curious energy gained from the ebb and flow of the tides and the light always seems rather ethereal in its essence.
This bleak and desolate place is Sunderland point just below Heysham In Lancashire. A great walk when the tide is right. Often not a soul to be seen, eerily quiet considering the industry set around about and a fantastic place for shoreline finds.