“The Lighthouse was then a silvery, misty-looking tower with a yellow eye, that opened suddenly, and softly in the evening. He could see the white-washed rocks; the tower, stark and straight; he could see that it was barred with black and white; he could see windows in it; he could even see washing spread on the rocks to dry. So that was the Lighthouse, was it?”

When holidaying in Cornwall over Easter, I went for a walk over the Upton Towans beach in Gwithian, Cornwall, which inspired the famous To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf.

The beach offers great views of the lighthouse and the Godrevy Island.

As you climb up the hill, you can see baby seals leisurely sunbathing on the beach. I am slightly envious of their lifestyle.

These waves. “Like a ghostly roll of drums remorselessly beat the measure of life.”

Dave, my trusted sidekick.

I guess in photography, like in real life, perspective is everything.

A lovely sunny afternoon. “To be caught happy in a world of misery was for an honest man the most despicable of crimes.”

I get so excited as soon as I step onto a beach, you would think I don’t get out much.

These wellies are a reliable companion for my life.

After all, “boredom is the legitimate kingdom of the philanthropic.”