Around this time of year, something wonderful begins to happen to my body (yeah, yeah – I can hear you sniggering at the back). The longer days, warmer temperatures and the promise of getting out into the field and seeing the animals we campaign for has a marvelous effect; the dull, damp dreariness of winter begins to fall away and it is replaced with a positive and vibrant energy - summer is coming
Summer for me means warm beer, mountain biking with friends, t-shirt and shorts (my natural attire) - and going to sea with my cameras.
I love the sea, always have. The rolling waves stretching off to the horizon; the smell of salt and plankton and the clean fresh air; the feel of the warm wooden deck under your bare feet, and the gentle pitching and rolling of the boat beneath you as you point her nose for the horizon and set off for another adventure. Going to sea is a wonderful, miraculous assault on the senses.
The trick to life is to try and spend as much of your time as possible doing what you love. Quite how I managed to find a job that rolls all the things I love up into one neat package is a mystery to me, but here I am. I get to change the world – just a little bit, mind – and they let me go to sea.
How lucky am I??
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