These photographs were taken on the day after the UK saw those uncanny, record-breaking temperatures. We went to the beach to escape the strange temperature of our terraced house and swam gratefully in the shallowing sea. A few people wondered what I was doing with my camera pushed into a translucent bag and photographing into the sun, but I was out there, experimenting, gunning for heat haze and the shimmer. Turns out that double-wrapping the lens with gauze makes moonlight out of sunshine.
You’re supposed to play petanque on a nice flat bit of sand or fine gravel – not on the lumps and bumps of a shingle beach. Nonetheless, we’ve enjoyed many games on Whitstable beach, lobbing those satisfyingly heavy silver balls through the air in the hope of landing them near enough to the jack to win.
Taken one damp, misty morning on the beach; an instance where the camera’s struggle to arrest the detail of a moving subject produces a more apposite expression of the subject.
Another set of photographs from our 2009 trip to Shellness, which included games of pétanque on the beach’s perfect surface of pale, crushed shells.