Nash Point: Proof That Wales is Beautiful (Even in January)
Right then, let's have a chinwag about this photo of mine, eh? It's been lurking on my hard drive for a good year now, can you believe it? January 2024, that's when I ventured out. The Heritage Coast was calling, and I had a hankering to dust off my old 17-40mm Canon L lens. Sometimes you just get a feeling, don't you? Like a favourite pair of socks, that lens just felt right.
Nash Point was the target. Now, Nash Point, as you may or may not know, is a bit of a hotspot for us landscape types. Usually, it's packed tighter than a tin of sardines, everyone jostling for the best angle. But that evening? Bliss. Just me, the wind, and the lighthouse. Peace and quiet. A rare treat, let me tell you.
I messed about with a few different compositions, trying to capture the mood, the feel of the place. The lighthouse standing proud against the sky, the waves crashing against the rocks... you know the drill. Then, the light started to get really interesting. Golden hour magic, that's what it was. So, I thought, why not? Panorama time. Three shots, left to right, nice and steady. Click, click, click. Easy peasy.
Back in the digital darkroom (aka my office), I stitched the images together in Lightroom. Always shoot in RAW, by the way. Gives you so much more to play with later. Anyway, I tweaked the colours, adjusted the contrast, the usual stuff. Made it pop, if you know what I mean. Brought out the drama of the sky, the texture of the rocks. I wanted to make it feel like you were there, standing next to me, breathing in the sea air.
The end result? Well, I'm pretty chuffed with it, if I do say so myself. It's got that something special, that magic you sometimes capture when everything just comes together. The light, the location, the composition... it all just clicked.
Fancy a gander?
That, my friends, is the view that greeted me that chilly January evening. The sun was just dipping below the horizon, painting the sky with these incredible hues of pink and orange, like a watercolour dream. And those clouds! They were swirling and dancing like a troupe of celestial ballerinas, all dramatic and moody.
The lighthouse, bless its cotton socks, stands tall and proud on the cliff edge, a beacon of hope against the darkening sky. You can almost hear its foghorn bellowing out across the Bristol Channel, warning sailors of the treacherous rocks below. And the waves? Well, they were putting on a show, crashing against the shore like a thousand tiny cymbals.
I wanted to capture it all, the vastness of the sea, the drama of the sky, the solitude of the moment. And I think, just maybe, I managed to do it. What do you reckon?
It'll be up for sale next week, so if you're looking for a bit of Vale of Glamorgan magic to hang on your wall, keep your eyes peeled. And if you happen to pop by Nash Point yourself, give the lighthouse a wave from me, won't you?