Some people like playing sport, some like swimming on Boxing Day, I like doing a shoot.
As I was down visiting my sister in Somerset I decided to take the chance of an early morning shoot on the beach. 9 miles of sand is a good reason and I know of a lovely old wooden shipwreck. Just the rotting hulk now but it's still a pretty good, if done to death location.
Everything went well, the light was pretty good, I just underestimated the chilly breeze. By the time the shoot finished I had pretty much lost all the feeling in my fingers and it had stopped being quite so much fun!