We spent the weekend in Eyemouth, just over the Scottish border. At the end of one of the promontories is what may be best described as a large, deep hole. It has an inlet at one side leading to the sea. At low tide, it is almost empty of water, at high tide, it can be a treacherous boiling pot of waves and froth. Unless you are adept at rock climbing, the only way into the hole from the land is via a set of wooden stairs (which I have previously photographed). I find the place intriguing and am always compelled to pause and contemplate the place and wonder what things may have happend down there: perhaps smugglers used it to hide?
I’ve tried a few times to photograph it but have never been happy with the results. I hadn’t tried this angle before and quite like the result. Though, I think I’d like to try it at a similar time of day (the gloaming, my favourite) but when the tide is higher.
In the background can be seen the headland of St Abb’s Head (which I’ve also previously photographed).