My photographic love affair with the Jurassic Coast started back in 2004. At the time I was living in the Midlands and my portfolio consisted largely of the Peak District and North Wales. My first visit came in the form of a four day venture with the aim of starting a Dorset Coast portfolio. During…
#lovethejurassiccoast… Let me count the ways. It’s the view of Lyme Bay from the A35, once the tummy twisting vista of a holiday about to start, now the wonderful signal of arriving home. It’s the smell of the slippery grey clays leaching from the cliffs at Seatown. It’s the look on a child’s face when…
I grew up on the coast, a 15 minute stroll from a long white sandy beach where you could walk your dog, say g’day to the five other people you saw and have a dip in 25 degree water at 7.30 on a summer’s evening. So it is with a sense of wry amusement that…
“It’s all wrong!” goes the favoured response of the pedant to the film Jurassic World. “Those are Cretaceous dinosaurs! And where are their feathers? And why are the velociraptors so BIG? They should be the size of turkeys!” and so on and so forth. All completely valid, obviously, but rather missing the point of a…
Continued from Part 1. A few years later our daughter Martha was born, and I revisited all my childhood haunts along the coast with my family. I was now involved in a Duke of Edinburgh group in Corfe Castle where my role would become a leader for children taking their Bronze level award. I had…
When I was three years old I was lucky enough to have parents who would regularly take me and my brother to Kimmeridge for a day on the beach. While there my activities would include picnics, kite flying, fossil hunting, general mucking around and beach combing. I remember many visits to all the Jurassic Coast…