The Turn of the Tide

I consider myself fortunate to have been born in the United Kingdom, where you are never more than 70 miles from the nearest coast and just 45 miles from the closest tidal waters. We live on a surprisingly small island, as American author Bill Bryson once observed. So it is probably not surprising that, like many of my compatriots, I am drawn to our coasts and to getting out to sea. I also marvel at the constancy, predictability and rhythm of tides as they cycle through neaps and springs. This unceasing tidal surge, in and out twice each day, brings constant change to apparently unchanging shorelines. The tide is always a major factor in shaping cliffs, beaches and the rocky outcrops in between. I hope these images catch this sense of restless energy in all winds and weather.