Surprisingly, one of the most intriguing things I saw was on my way to the coast was an old domestic-use garage. I was fascinated by it and its well-worn look. It is something I have found out about myself recently – I enjoy the mundane or the ordinary. I get far more excited about photographing an old garage than I do a stunning ‘picture perfect’ landscape.

The sun only appeared for about 90 seconds on my walk, but it did make for an interesting late afternoon sky over a nearby farm. I watched it for a while and then tried to capture the beauty on camera. I couldn’t do it justice via digital sensor.

I ventured to the coastline, seeing the sea at its bluest, contrasted with the snowy white cliff tops. There were lots of people out enjoying the fresh air and the cold temperatures. The queues at the local coffee kiosk were looking healthy. I added my patronage.

I wandered the streets in awe of the beautiful white blanket covering everything. My eyes were caught by pops of colour from road signs, people wrapped up in big winter coats navigating the quiet streets. The sky often lost all detail and became a large grey blanket overhead, bathing everything a soft, gentle low light.