This is basically what landscape photography is about for me. Choose your moments well, marry up the anticipated weather with tide times and seasonal variation and hope with the odds in your favour that something beautiful comes to pass. I arrived at the Bowfiddle stacks on the second day after lock down with my son Ben, 90 minutes before sunset which at this time of year is around 10.10pm. On arrival I could see crepuscular rays exploding into the sea through a low bank of cloud with a clear line of light beneath. I hoped that the red light of the setting sun would eventually drop below the cloud and for a few minutes send raking low light across the sea and light up the stacks. It did just that and the rocks turned blood red beneath a suitably heavy steely grey sky. Staggeringly beautiful for just 90 seconds, even Ben was suitably amazed.