At about 3pm I noticed that lots of wonderful fluffy clouds were in the sky. I thought it would be a good idea to photograph Clevedon Pier again. I spent a few hours shooting away and then decided to wait for sunset. I didn't get home till 7.30pm and then spent the next hour uploading the images to the PC and checking them in Photoshop - much to the disgust of Ness, my fiance.

I think it's quite hard to be a photographer's partner. Not only do they have to endure the cold and wind while we hang on for just another hour to 'get the shot' but when we get home they have to put up with the dissapearance of their loved one while they spend hours tweaking images on their computers. Or is that just me?