Whilst the Delightful Mr F and I were on our summer holidays we visited The Mumbles on the coast of South Wales, UK. The Mumbles* is a beautiful stretch of coastline, with a pretty town and lovely views. We visited about 15 years ago and I took a photo of the old lifeboat launch building, built in the late 1800s. I was never happy with that shot, it was slightly off centre and not quite straight, but had so much potential. This has been bugging me for over a decade, and so before we could do anything else, I wanted to get that photograph right.
We trekked along the promenade, ignoring the multiple opportunities for tea, coffee, ice cream and sticky buns. Never let it be said that I don’t suffer for my art. After what was probably a walk of all of, oh I don’t know, half a mile, we reached the spot. Except, we didn’t. I couldn’t work out for the life of me how I had achieved the original composition. I was far too far away. I know which camera I used, and it doesn’t have a zoom, and the angle was wrong. For several long minutes I was totally perplexed, until The Delightful Mr F pointed out that I had probably stood around the corner. One should always listen to The Delightful Mr F, he can be relied upon to keep his head in a crisis. Having sorted out the location, I happily composed and took the shot. I am much happier with this one. I was even happy to have it in colour. It isn't often that I shoot colour. I really should do more of it, but old habits die hard.
So, what do you think? Was a decade long wait worth it?
*The name is odd and has nothing to do with not speaking the Queen’s English clearly enough. According to the fount of all knowledge that is Wikipedia, it is apparently a corruption of the word for breasts, either from the Latin or the French. The mind boggles.