The Storm was coming, but not here yet. After bagging a series of images, I made my way back up the steep steps gear in tow, feeling the usual adrenalin and fulfilment. Then it hit. It came like a wall all at once, enveloping what seemed parallel to the whole of West gower. In that moment, totally embracing the curtains of rain, the aliveness I felt was tangible. This vastness of this popular view but without another soul in sight. Pure wildness untamed as gower hits you with her magic.