It takes a special kind of person to wear a thin dress and launch themselves sea-ward on a chilly morning in October when the clouds are rolling in and there's not a hint of sun in the overcast sky. It's a very lucky kind of person who knows one.

We spent a couple of hours on this beach, running and jumping and creating some brilliantly moody images, rich with movement and drama. Before we shot those, we shot these and I had quite forgotten they existed. Like my last post, I found these on a snowy Sunday morning, a few years after they were originally taken.

There's something really cathartic about revisiting old work and finding images that you missed. Suddenly the whole day is back in the front of your mind in vivid colour. You remember little moments, like the finding of sea glass, and bigger ones, when your model and partner in crime strides back towards you from the surf, a wave hits behind her and she looks powerful (and she is so, so powerful) like a Nereid emerging from the foam.

Then you remember the calm, the moments before the mad dashing across the sand and being watched by perplexed beach-goers in their raincoats and wellies, with big bags on their backs and umbrellas ready in their hands.

Sometimes, I forget the power of simple portraits, it's always nice to be reminded that they can be just as beautiful as the larger scenes I tend to create.