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A beach, a dog, and a race…

Autumn is here, my favourite season! The colours are muted but saturated, the weather still not too cold. Mists and mellow fruitfulness and all that. A good time to get out with the camera. This last week the Isle of Wight has been positively glowing and I’ve been having some fun with my tripod plus tilt and shift lens…

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Dusk isn’t too late, so I can photograph The Needles and don’t miss out on dinner with the family, and dawn isn’t too early, so it’s not too hard to haul my botski out of bed and shoot the misty sunrise.
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But what about the beach, the dog and the race…? Well, when the kids were young beaches were for sandcastles and paddling, but now we have a dog a beach is of course for races! Below is Charles puffing away whilst Rufus ambles past him. Rufus wins easily. And then me! a sprightly 42, giving the hound a run for his money. (Rufus still won…)

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Ah, the inner child will out…

Dawn, dusk, beaches, racing. A cracking week on the Isle of Wight. Loved it.

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Seduction, intoxication! on the Solent in July

No wonder men spend millions on yachts when they look like this!

There is a seductive beauty in the sweeping lines that cut through the water, the huge towering sails. Add speed and danger – no guard rails on these yachts – and that beauty moves from seduction to intoxication.

The crew’s heads just visible give a sense of the scale of these vessels. And even though today was not particularly windy (a miserly F2 – 3) the J-class yachts streak through the water. No sound as they approach, at first far off, then suddenly they arrive, tear past and are gone. Thoroughbreds indeed!

The Solent with the Isle of Wight in the background (plus the inevitable groupie boats…).

The massive sail snugs the deck – no escaping wind.

Forty crew. Watch your step, if you slip you swim. We don’t turn around.

And when the race is done the yacht cruises back to port, serenely.

Down with the mainsail. Home. A good day’s sailing.

Now I just need to become a multi-millionaire, so I can have one….

If you enjoyed this post, try:  Bit of rough won’t stop me sailing    or  Oyster Smacks and Sea Dogs