This year has been a bit like stepping off unstable sure ground and leaping onto a highwire tightrope wearing flippers. Without any intention, I was in danger of becoming the pavement version of Philippe Petit. Following life cycles with a flat tyre rather than a taut life line. Various visits to various locations has grounded me, surprisingly. Beachy Head is one, I went there again to capture the sea - crazy idea, how can one capture the sea in all it's majesty - impossible. I spotted a group instead. Captured them while I could. Later I ventured to the beach - not the one at Beachy Head, having no head for heights - but my beach, the one that's close to me, capturing a smaller version of the sea...
