The perfect antidote to photographing herons was to visit the Fleetwood shipwrecks. These knackered old boats were abandoned on estuary mudflats, near a ultra-modern looking new housing estate. It was a bit of a strange contrast. I’m not sure how the local residents feel about their “view”.
Some of my nature-loving photographer friends were somewhat confused about how (or even why) to go about photographing these naval corpses. Presumably, the problem was a lack of feathers, or movement.
I was enjoying it. I made the most of our visit, and was jumping all over the mudflats, like some sort of nerd hobbit. My enthusiasm started to wane once I realised why it was called “mudflats”, and I sank into the ground up to my calves a couple of times. Maybe this is why the boats were stuck too?
Luckily, I was able to escape, and I continued looking for perfect angles from which to take my arty photos. I could imagine them already: all grungy and nasty… a Photoshop extravaganza.
Once I recovered from my trance-like state, I saw a gaggle of bored photographers looking at their watches. Oh well, off to see some more birds.