Denham Bridge

This is what photography does for you - it gets you out to places like this at times when not many other people are about. The light is great - if a bit difficult to handle. You're out in warm sunshing, with a breeze whispering through the trees and across your arms, while the water chuckles its way along the banks. Birds are singing up in the trees and you're looking through your viewfinder, trying to make a composition from all of these elements which does them justice.

This is Denham Bridge and is the lowest crossing point on the River Tavy and as such can be quite busy at times. After rains, the water roars down through here and where I'm standing to take this shot, the water would be above my head. We nearly lost my father-in-law here shortly after we moved down. We were standing amazed at the power of the flood, on the rocks to the right of the bridge, when he slipped and started sliding down the rocks towards the water. If h'e gone in, we would never have seen him again, I'm sure. Fortunately, he stopped and managed to scramble back up, but it was pretty close.