Lizzie and I went on another trip to the wilds of the West Country the past weekend. And the West country certainly was wild, with heavy rain and gales, and showers, and gustiness, and hail, and thunder, and … so on. On the way back we cruised along the coast, as is our wont, and looked for photographic opportunities in bays and resorts.
I was particularly interested in driving through Porlock and descending its famously steep hill. Lizzie had also discovered in the maps a little village close by, and next to the coast, named Porlock Weir. The name intrigued us; so, having descended the steep hill safely, we made our way to Porlock Weir. We didn’t know what we were going to find there. We suspected, of course, a weir. However, what we found was a small and very old harbour — a harbour that has, according to Wikipedia, existed here for over a thousand years — and many old and listed buildings.
What caught our photographic eye, however, was the abundance of wooden structures; poles and posts and retaining walls were everywhere, and begged to be photographed.
This retaining structure held back a banked stony, pebbly beach, which appeared to have been artificially raised as a coastal defence:
The lopsided symmetry of it attracted my eye, and I knew it would look good in black and white.
There were also curving lines of posts that led the eye to headlands, and to other posts and poles. Here, the posts appear monumental, and the threatening sky adds contrast:
In this alternative take from a higher and wider perspective, the posts lead to the picturesque headland above Bossington and Lynch:
My favourite photo, however, is probably the following; the posts remind me of Easter Island statues:
This photo was “discovered” inside the original, which was wider than this finished picture. Certain extraneous features have been cropped out to abstract the interesting details, and the colours have been post-processed to a state that took my fancy.
There’s more I could say, but there’s a man from Nether Stowey knocking at my door…