August 19th, 2008

Wanaka tree

Brixham

It can be fun being bonkers sometimes. While other people are all safely and cosily tucked up in bed on a chilly August Sunday morning, I'm in my little car whizzing off to take photos. The combination of my need to try out and get used to my new camera, my love of being somewhere that is normally busy when there isn't anyone else around and my desire to make use of the only hour of sunshine we were going to get on this particular August week-end, saw me batting down the M5, A38, A380 and minor roads to the still-sleeping little fishing town of Brixham on the south Devon coast. (I'm sorry, that was an absurdly long sentence!)

Brixham is one of those places that can be busy and quiet all at the same time. It still has a working trawler fleet and fresh fish market and is the mooring of choice for lots of people with yachts and other pleasure craft. I don't do boats, but I like the way they look sometimes. But there was hardly a soul about as I pulled into a car park at the north end of the harbour at about half past six in the morning. The sun was just making its way up over the horizon and even the seagulls were still sleepy.

I took quite a lot of photos, as you might guess, and fiddled with lots of the knobs, switches and buttons on my camera in an effort to work out what they actually do. I'm not sure I'm any the wiser, but I'll get used to it, I promise. 

Here's some of what I did.



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