This image is truly hot off the press. It has been a difficult Spring in the UK; Gaia reluctant to cast off her Winter woollies and put on her pretty new year clothes; cold and grey. Yet yesterday was a good day. I drove to the Dorset coast, one of the few day-tripable places near me where you can get waves crashing on rocks. The weather was glorious, still cold but bright and sunny and, optimist that I am, a Spring feel at last. I took my cameras and went for a sprightly walk over the cliffs on the Jurassic coast. What a battering it had taken from last year; the footpath down to the beach had been partly washed away and there were huge falls of chalk on the beach where sections of cliff had fallen away. Very beautiful and dramatic, white chalk cliffs, grey Jurassic limestone outer cliffs, a beach of fine orange pebbles, turquoise/grey sea, blue sky and white breakers. Lovely. Yet a dangerous lovely; At times the wave I was photographing decided to play and I got soaked, thigh level, and it was a cold day; and the undertow will have been fierce on a steeply sloping beach. Now, from a person who has (albeit some time back) hung onto a cliff top with one hand, whilst digging out fossils with another, a warning thought.  You do have to balance, getting the image with not getting killed. Taking photographs from the car park is safe (well other than the eedjit drivers around) yet what you tend to get is safe photographs. Yet dying for my art is not on my life plan. I saw a quote on Facebook today … ‘Life’s journey is not to arrive safely at the graveside with a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting ‘holy shit! … what a ride” ‘. Here’s to getting the mix right.