Can you imagine the uproar? But even on quieter days where the sea is in a busy kind of mood, it can be a lot of fun here at high tide. And today was delivering conditions that were close to ideal for taking shots. Lots of action at the Monkey Hut, but barely any spray plaguing front elements, and no rain either - at least no rain for well over an hour during our visit.
It was only later on, down by the beach that we were sent scuttling for the car by a heavy curtain of freezing water from the sky. But for now it was dry, and at the top of the steps I waited patiently, hoping someone would get bored, leave in search of the cafe, and present me with a front row space.
Soon I had my moment. Burst mode, auto ISO and a nice fast shutter time - a recipe for headaches later as we sift through our images, trying to pick the few that will make it into the shortlist for the editing suite.
Looking around me, the council could have cleaned up today. In just eleven minutes, I added nearly a hundred and fifty exposures to the confusion. A hundred and fifty moments of crash bang wallop over the top of the poor maligned monkey hut - which has only been here for ten years after the original was washed away in a far bigger storm - a few months before I took up landscape photography as a hobby. Bleddy epic it is. No, me neither.
There was that day at the end of the first week when we woke up with the clear intention of driving down the middle of the island to Betancuria, but mostly, we just got up late and mooched about out the back reading in the sun, then heading out for lunch to one of our favourite spots in Lajares or El Cotillo before ending up on the beach at the latter until sunset.
