I’ll confess, this may not be an entirely appropriate title, so let me explain. I was racking my brains, trying to dredge up the circumstances of my taking these sunset photos at the Cove. I remembered that the occasion was the Friday night at the beginning of half-term, and that I’d raced home to squeeze in a post-work walk before the clocks went back. Anyone that knows me, my long-suffering children in particular, will tell you that any event, or phrase, or even a single word, can put me in mind of a song, and once I have an earworm in my head I struggle to be rid of it. Although, in fairness, I don’t always struggle with much conviction; often I just sing instead. Any mention of the beginning or end of British Summer Time is a case in point, and the song which always springs to mind is ‘The Only One‘ by Billy Bragg, which contains the lines:
I long to let our love run free
Yet here I am a victim of geography
This weekend I’ve been trawling through the thousands of photographs I’ve taken this year, an annual chore, necessary at around this time when we put together our calendars for the coming year, and, of course, not really a chore at all. TBH is firmly of the opinion that the photographs we use should have people in them, so I select all the photos of friends and family which I think might be suitable and then we whittle them down from there.
Several things struck me as I worked my way through my flickr albums. It’s still the case that most of my photos are of sunsets, or newts, or deer, or birds, or leaves, or butterflies etc, but I’ve picked out 162 pictures for my long-list this year and that’s many more than usual. I think that reflects both the many enjoyable days we’ve packed in this year, but also how many of those were spent together as a family and also often shared with friends. Another thing I noticed, which won’t surprise long-suffering readers of this blog, is just how many times this year I’ve been at the Cove to witness the sunset. In fact, I was there again this afternoon. And yesterday afternoon. And whilst the Bay is essentially a vast expanse of mud, it does provide an excellent foreground for a sunset, and so, far from being a victim, I think I must be a beneficiary of geography.