The Lake District is a stunning place, no doubt about it, with its mighty fells and misty valleys. But despite having all that incredible scenery on my doorstep, of late I’ve found myself drawn to the grey and windswept bleakness of Walney.
I often feel like so much is expected of me when I go out photographing in the Lakes – if I don’t come back at the end of the day with a memory card full of dramatic sunrises, cosy woodland scenes and lone trees reflected in crystal-clear lakes, I somehow feel like I’ve failed.
Yet when I’m wandering along the pebbly beaches at Walney, watching grey seals popping up just off shore, I feel so much more comfortable. There’s a simplicity here, an honesty.
