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Planning ahead

I’m getting to a certain age where I must begin to consider what I’m going to do with my time when I become “retired”. Leaving aside the rather worrying notion I may well never actually retire as the UK’s official retirement age creeps ever upwards as we all live longer, I still need to think about how I’m going to live out the autumn years of my life. There is an age disparity between myself and Best Beloved of some quarter century, and it’s pretty obvious to both of us I may well not have the pleasure of his company into my dotage. We don’t have dependants, so once he’s gone I will have to be self-sufficient for as long as I can manage it. 

Moving swiftly on from that rather depressing thought, I’m currently letting myself have a little daydream, which I amusingly call my Retirement Plan. There’ll be none of that checking into a retirement apartment, or sheltered accommodation, or even getting myself on Crusty Cruises around the Mediterranean. My plan is predicated on my inheriting Best Beloved’s estate. As we have no mortgage or major outstanding debt, I would hope to be able to liquidate the house and invest the proceeds. I would then purchase a mobile home (RV, self-propelled tin snail, whatever you fancy) and set off to explore the glories of the land of my birth.

The vehicle will need to be large enough for me to live in comfortably. It will need sufficient secure storage for my camera gear and a laptop, as well as clothes, food and the usual prerequisites of life. It will need to be self-sufficient for the times when I can’t plug into the grid. It will need internet access of some kind. To offset the size of the living van, I can hitch a small car to the back. Once I’m safely berthed in a campsite somewhere I can use the car to explore, reasoning a small car is easier to park than a bus, and drier than a moped or bicycle! 

The basic idea is now settled. I am assuming I really will be setting off on, and be able to fund in some way, a Grand Tour of the British Isles. What’s happening now is I am beginning to think about the places I want to visit, and the best way to cover the country to see the best bits. It’s not like I will have a time limit. My time will be my own, to spend as I please. If I land up somewhere, I might spend a week, a month or even longer. It would be really great to get to know an area on more intimate terms than the usual tourist traps. When I’m ready, weigh anchor and away I go.

It would be useful to have some kind of underlying tour plan, and I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to book berths in advance when I can. To avoid traffic I am considering overnight driving between stopping places, allowing myself a day or so once settled to prepare for my visit. Although I plan to be on the road permanently, I should also allow for times when I may be unwell, or the weather just too inclement, where I ought to heave to in a hotel for a time.

I’d love to be doing the Grand Tour until I am incapable of doing it any more. I certainly don’t want to spend my dotage in a “care” home, or dying in my favourite armchair in front of the goggle box, and there won’t be anyone in my immediate family who can “look after” me. I want to be out and being active for as long as I can manage it. I need to be independent and self-sufficient until I can’t manage any more.

What’s brought on this late-onset wanderlust? I think I can lay the blame on the BBC for giving us excellent documentary television programmes like Coast and Town. Both these shows have opened my eyes to the wonders that abound in my homeland. I have lived my entire life in the bottom right-hand corner of England, with all too rare and painfully short forays to other parts on holidays and odd trips. I simply have not experienced much of my own country, and I plan to see as much as I can before I shuffle off this mortal coil.

Book

As an added incentive, I’ve recently acquired a copy of The Lie of the Land by Ian Vince. Subtitled A spotter’s guide to the Britain beneath your feet, I thoroughly recommend it. Superbly written, easy to read, and sufficiently in-depth to seriously whet your appetite for more, it will act as my guide book on my journey. While considering the book, you might also take a look at the British Landscape Club web site, where you can currently buy signed paperback editions of the book, and become a member of the club. Membership is free, and you get a lovely badge you can wear with pride.

That’s enough for now. I shall go back to planning trips and day-dreaming about my retirement.

 

Photography, Preparation and Planning

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It begins with a vague nagging feeling that I need to get out with my camera gear. I begin to fidget and fret. I know if I don’t get some personal time with my camera pretty quickly, I will probably explode. I’m suffering from ISF—Itchy Shutter Finger.

I begin to ponder subjects and locations. I scan weather forecasts, pore over maps (thank you, whoever invented Google Maps, thank you!), and consider what sort of images I want to try and capture. Over the years since affordable digital cameras let me rediscover my love of photography, I’ve found some locations I like to revisit. I am not sure why I keep going back. Perhaps it’s because they’re within easy reach of home. Perhaps, being better acquainted with them means I am beginning to capture varying moods, or interesting things I may have missed before. Whatever the reason, I find I return to these places when ISF strikes.

I have several ongoing photographic projects. One of them, Margins, looks at those places between the tide marks. I live near the tidal Medway estuary, and not far from the North Kent coast, so I can get plenty of opportunities to see the muddy bits between high and low tides. I am particularly interested in how people try—and fail—to impose their will on the coastline, and how we often throw our unwanted stuff into the water. I think such untidy people assume it will be washed out on the next tide, only the tide goes out revealing the discarded item marooned in the mud for all to see. And there it remains until it either erodes away or is retrieved and disposed of properly. Observing the edges of the land like this reveals much about how insignificant our species really is in the great scheme of things.

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Careful planning

Having chosen a prospective location for my expedition, I take some time to study the online aerial photos. Google Street View is also very handy, as it gives a fairly good idea of what the parking is like, whether my intended target is actually on private property, whether I can park really close or whether I need to prepare for some trekking, and gives a reasonable impression of what I might actually be able to see when I’m there. Being a cheapskate, I also research whether parking is free or not. Some car parks have free parking up to a certain time in the morning, which is handy because I often like to get out before the rest of the world wakes up. I call such trips “Dawn Raids”.

If the prospective location has a clear easterly horizon, I plan a Dawn Raid to catch the sunrise and the so-called “golden hour” shortly after, weather permitting. I have bookmarked web sites that provide sun and moon rising and setting times, as well as tide tables for the local area. You have to be pretty dedicated to your craft to look forward to a 3.30am alarm clock, and you might call me barmy, but until you’ve experienced a stunning sunrise over water, accompanied only by the local wildlife, you’re missing out.

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All this planning might take place for a week. I will keep going over the location maps, the weather forecasts and tide tables, refining my plans right up until the night before the trip. The weather forecasts, particularly, only get really accurate about 24 hours ahead.

I do confess to being a fair weather photographer. There’s no real reason why I haven’t ventured out in inclement weather. I have the wet weather gear, my backpack is shower-proof, and has a wet weather hood for when it’s really persistent. My current camera is sealed—only my current lenses are not weather-tight. I suppose, like most people, I like to be fairly comfortable when pursuing a hobby, so aside from the occasional early start I tend to prefer dry conditions—besides, when was the last time you saw the sun rise when the sky was leaden?

Having selected a location, checked the relevant timings and kept an eye on the weather, what’s next?

Preparing the gear

Now, having gathered a reasonable idea of what the area I’m visiting will offer, I can decide on which lenses I should take. This usually means I just stuff it all in the backpack and take everything anyway! The pack is actually quite comfy to wear, although if it starts to get warm… ah, let’s not go there. I only own one “proper” zoom lens, a 28–300mm, which makes it pretty good for most outdoors photography in fair light, but it’s not my best lens by a long chalk. I hope to be able to replace it with something much better eventually, but for many reasons it’s the current default lens for most expeditions. I can generally get away with just that lens, the super-wide 10–20mm, and either the 35mm or 50mm primes. As that constitutes most of my lens collection anyway, there’s the reason for lugging everything out with me!

The day before the trip, I get all the batteries charged. I spend a bit of time checking the lenses, cleaning as required, and putting them on the camera to ensure they operate properly. My camera is still new enough not to need forensic checks for dust around the sensor, but it should also be included in the check and clean routine.

I format the memory card in the camera. I don’t need to do this, but at the very least I would delete all the images currently on it. It’s not unknown for me to return from a Dawn Raid with over 300 images! I will never let the computer format my CF cards—I always do it in the camera itself. This is because computer file systems may prove incompatible with the camera’s idea of what to expect. This is received wisdom from numerous professional photographers, so who am I to argue? Once everything is spick and span, I make sure it’s all packed in the bag so it’s easy to get to when I need it.

I also check over my tripod, and charge the mobile phone. Being of the female persuasion, I transfer important bits and pieces from my handbag to the backpack—stuff like ID, driving licence, purse, lip salve and so on. The backpack also has enough room for a 500ml bottle of water. As well as the DSLR and lenses, I also pack a compact camera, an air blower, cleaning cloth, filters and holders, an angle-finder that fits over the DSLR viewfinder, and cable release. I also pack a plastic bin liner, so I can throw it over the camera on the tripod if I get caught in a shower.

I set the alarm clock as required, then turn in as early as I dare. As I try to drop off to sleep, I run through what sort of images I would like get on my trip. Our American cousins call this “pre-envisioning”, which is an ugly word for a nice way to nod off.

Being prepared

I mentioned earlier I have the wet weather gear. By this I mean I have a pair of waterproof over-trousers, a nice roomy fleece-lined waterproof jacket, sturdy walking boots, and gloves and hats. I will generally place these in the car anyway, even if I’m expecting fair weather.

Finally, as I currently make these expeditions alone, I let the other half know roughly where I plan to be. I will have my mobile with me in case of emergency, but it’s also a good idea that someone knows where I’m supposed to be in case I’m late getting back, or I don’t call in. Many of my trips involve shorelines and uneven ground, and while pretty careful you never know what might happen. Better safe than sorry.

That does seem to be a lot of palaver to get some photos, doesn’t it? I would argue if you’re serious about your photography, such preparation is par for the course. There would be nothing worse than getting to a new location, only to find you can’t park, get the shots you expected, your battery conks out without a spare, and it’s hoofing down with rain. Besides, I enjoy making such plans. It’s all part of the fun as far as I am concerned. Then again, no amount of preparation and planning can make up for pure serendipity. This last image was from a speculative expedition which didn’t look at all promising when I set off from home. By the time I arrived at the river, the sky was clearing in a nicely dramatic fashion. Pure luck.

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To see more of my Dawn Raids, please visit my Flickr Photostream The Real World collection.

This post was originally published at x404.co.uk.

 

Planning

Last week, I took some time to photograph a local wheat field in the evening. You can read about it here. There’s an earlier visit, too.

As luck would have it, I was able to drive past the site again today. I checked out what the crop looked like, and noted some poppies blooming in the verge. I have the chance to take the photo gear out again this evening, and I know where I shall be heading.