Red Cone 2010
Little Man Doyle by the sea 1978

Seeing photographs of family outings by the sea, even ones where I am stood precariously on a cliff edge in strong winds, reminds me that most of us have at sometime or another ventured to the 'brink' somewhere in the British Isles. A holiday at Butlins, a B&B in Margate, or a day-trip to Blackpool, most of us have at least heard a crashing wave at some point in our lives and perhaps rolled up our pants for a dip of a fat toe. After all we do live on an Island (I refer to the British inhabitance) , something which can be quite hard to imagine if you live in North London, like me.

This Coastal Project of mine is coming on nicely and fast becoming my biggest undertaking. Its a bit of a monster, especially now that I have decided to include the borders of each country within the British Isles. Basically I'm 'Outlining The U.K,' or at least the interesting parts..

Onward and upward....

Like all great travellers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.
~Benjamin Disraeli


Anonymous said...

Hi there, I have just come across your blog and photography and I would just like to let you know that I think your work is absolutely wonderful, especially the photographs of the 'north shores'. They are all beautiful. Congratulations on having such great talent!

marcus doyle said...

Well thank you very much.
You're most kind.

Reid said...

Does it not make you slightly sad when you see pictures like that? I'm talking about the seaside pictures of you and your sister. How simple things seemed! How your future was unwritten. And what good times were ahead! The days before the last time you set up all your He-man figures only to realise your imagination was no longer capable of mustering up a new adventure for them. Then packed them all away and took them to Carlisle Swap shop.