Isle of Wight

After a hectic Christmas at work and a hectic time in life, it was time for me and my other half to get away for some breathing space. Luckily for us, we’ve got a few relatives who live on the Isle of Wight, a mere four and half hour drive away, as well as a quick trip on the old Red Funnel boats – a treat in itself of sorts. So, with bags packed, tea poured and petrol in the tank, we made our way down to what essentially is a second home.

The isle itself is at its core, a very British holiday. Pretty much every year since I was born my family have ventured down there to build sandcastles, collect shells, hunt for dinosaurs and see who would risk a swim in The Solent first.

Armed with a camera that has been sat on a shelf in the front room for far too long, I aimed to document the I. O. W during winter. Manual mode on a camera is the devil but I’ve promised myself, much to the dismay of my other half, to learn how to shoot fully manual and take absolute creative control. So, if someone can help me with the exposure triangle, that would be great!