Cold but benign, I thought, looking over the sweep of the South Foreland and St Margarets Bay.
Leaving the Magazine - see previous blog entry - I was greeted by this fantastic sight of the chalk hills of Cap Blanc Nez in France covered with snow.
The light was fickle and fleeting and rather than scramble with my tripod I went back into the magazine's sunken entrance and used a handy wall to steady the camera. Note Dover Patrol monument at Cap Blanc Nez.
The approaching squall over St Margarets at Cliffe - you can see where it gets its name from in this photo. Note the Dover Patrol monument twinned with the one at Cap Blanc Nez and Fort Hamilton, New York harbour.
Squall of snow approaching with fierce and bitterly cold winds.
Here's Harry. I thought I was in the Turner movie at this point and threw my tripod to the ground as the wind careened around me.
Curtain of hail and snow with the sun still shining on Boulogne.
Whoosh, said Harry.
Drama on drama my fingers freezing. At this point I remembered I did have a pair of gloves but they were so cold.
A smattering of hail soon gone.
Down the Channel Harry went, the sun returning. I scarpered from my precarious shelter for home.
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Marilyn Albright (Friday, 06 February 2015 01:17)
Your title alone is enough to chill me to the bone!
Jo (Friday, 06 February 2015 20:40)
Great shots Fergus Murray!