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  • My first visit to this modern day shipwreck. I was delighted that I could get so close to this wreck and being alongside amongst giant granite boulders strewn with twisted metal and hull plates made me very aware of how powerful the sea really is. There was the constant creaking of metal from the sea adge as waves lifted and dropped sections of twisted metal as large as four men head to toe. It was actually a little eerie in this zawn of a dead ship surrounded by towering granite cliffs of Land's End.
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  • I’ve wanted to go to this vast, deserted coastline since I was a child. In my late teens I saw a picture in National Geographic of a lion prowling along a sandy beach, with a shipwreck in the background and it just stuck within me, always vivid.<br />
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Of course those moments caught on film, are often rare and once in a lifetime, so it was perhaps no surprise that on my first visit to the incredible and weather-dramatic Skeleton Coast in January, I didn’t see my lion! However, the sheer scale of the coastline, the dense fogs that roll in from above the cold upwellings in the Atlantic Ocean, sometimes reducing visibility to a few feet, was awe-inspiring. Couple this with the numerous shipwrecks that strew this coastline and it really is surreal as well as exciting. Several of the major wrecks are within restricted diamond mining zones but a few are accessible to the visitor, such as this one here. I had to go early morning as crowds normal build up later in the day.<br />
This ship has become a permanent roost for hundreds of cormorants and seabirds.
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  • I crouched in the warm water as a breeze ruffled the surface of the pool. The weed covered ribs of an old Greek shipwreck, the Athena, glowed in the late afternoon sunlight as the first cool clouds of flog made their appearance from the North.
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  • We arrived at the wreck location, as always in Namibia miles from anywhere. It was a beautiful summer morning, the sand so hot you could not walk barefoot. The wind had furrowed the beach into long undulating ripples, and amongst the patterns lay this small remnant of a shipwreck. It was surreal, a vast tract of soft white sand punctured by shards of rusty broken hull. I loved the incongruity of it all.<br />
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I shot two frames before out of nowhere a dark Toyota Landcruiser appeared. They could see me photographing but that made no difference. It drove towards me, passengers hanging over the side of the truck, beers in hand, shouting and jeering at me. Their tyre tracks carved up the beautiful white sand surrounding the wreck, ending the shoot there and then. A huge 20 stone fat man sat in an armchair buckled into the rear of the truck; two fat kids and three muscle-bound rednecks pulled faces as their truck circled around to come and carve up even more of the scene I’d been photographing. These were not the sorts of people you’d want to engage with, so I just packed up my camera and without any gestures of annoyance, made my way back to our van.<br />
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Thankfully I’d grabbed this frame before the morons arrived but the strange beauty, the vivid sense of history in wilderness, had been ruined for me. Such a shame that wherever you go in the world, there always at least one sad individual ready to spoil thing for others.
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  • I was up early to enjoy thick fog over the island. A shipwreck was exposed on the low tide, silhouetted by a blaze of brilliant sunshine. The ancient Welsh hills, normally a backdrop to this view were invisible, obscured by curtains of billowing fog gently heading Northwards.
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  • This was the second visit to this wreck in about a year. Since the first visit, the hull of the SS Mulheim had broken up substantially and many of the huge metal hull plates had simply been washed off-shore. The bow of the boat that originally looked like part of a ship has now become so twisted and rusty that the ribs and structures of the wreck were blending almost seamlesly into the huge granite cliffs of Land's End itself. Even something as huge as a bulk carrier is soon reduced to a more original state of existence!
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  • Boat wreck exposed at low tide in a moody sunset, near Church Bay (Porth Swtan) North Anglesey. Holyhead mountain is the large hill in the background, situated on Holy Island.
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  • Boat wreck exposed at low tide in a moody sunset, near Church Bay (Porth Swtan) North Anglesey. Holyhead mountain is the large hill in the background, situated on Holy Island.
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  • I’ve wanted to go to this vast, deserted coastline since I was a child. In my late teens I saw a picture in National Geographic of a lion prowling along a sandy beach, with a shipwreck in the background and it just stuck within me, always vivid. <br />
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Of course those moments caught on film, are often rare and once in a lifetime, so it was perhaps no surprise that on my first visit to the incredible and weather-dramatic Skeleton Coast in January, I didn’t see my lion! However, the sheer scale of the coastline, the dense fogs that roll in from above the cold upwellings in the Atlantic Ocean, sometimes reducing visibility to a few feet, was awe-inspiring. Couple this with the numerous shipwrecks that strew this coastline and it really is surreal as well as exciting. Several of the major wrecks are within restricted diamond mining zones but a few are accessible to the visitor, such as this one here. I had to go early morning as crowds normal build up later in the day. <br />
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This ship has become a permanent roost for hundreds of cormorants and seabirds.
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  • As a village, and cove, I can romanticise about this place. It feels Cornish, and its strong links with the sea, fishing boats, pilot gigs, lifeboats and shipwrecks (of which a recent one lies just around the corner) all help to re-enforce this romantacism. However, although swamped by visitors in the summer, and now largely dominated by holiday homes, this place is still actively involved with all these activities and for me therefore, Sennen will always be what I've loved best about the life and culture of Cornwall.
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