The Jurassic Coast is frequently photographed, but if there is one place in particular that constantly bathes in the limelight, it’s Durdle Door.
This is why I actively avoid it. It already has thousands of visitors every year, wearing down the pathways to the beach and photographing it relentlessly, so I feel it doesn’t need me to photograph it too.
That’s why on this day, back in January, I was headed for Worbarrow Bay.
But a mistake on the Tyneham Village website, which advertises the days the otherwise closed Worbarrow Bay will be open, meant that I’d made a long trip in vain. The gate down to Worbarrow was locked and Durdle Door was the next best location.
I wanted a long walk, so instead of dropping down to the beach by Durdle Door I headed along the cliffs towards Bat’s Head and kept on going until I reached White Nothe. The ferocious wind gusted up the cliffs and battered me as I walked and squally showers came and went. It was so exhilarating that I laughed with pleasure. By the time I started the decent back towards Durdle Door I was in a much better frame of mind about photographing it. Recent rainfall had transformed the sea into a milky blue soup, the cliffs were gently lit by the afternoon light and a heavy shower rolled off towards Kimmeridge in the east, darkening the sky.
January 4, 2016