In January last year, on a Friday afternoon, my friend Angela called me to ask if I could help her shoot some sea scenes off the South Coast of England for her upcoming film. She bought our tickets, jumped on a train and in two hours the train stopped at our destination. We hopped off and left the train platform to find ourselves in the middle of nowhere. We double checked the name of the train station only to find out that Angela booked the wrong tickets! The names of the cities were quite similar - Alresford and Aylesford, so it was easy to make such a mistake!
We were under a lot of stress at the time so we burst into fits of laughter, with tears in our eyes. We changed the plan and booked new tickets to the nearest coast, Margate. I had never been to Margate, and I am always happy to explore more of what the UK hides. And there it was, Margate, far from the noise, an old seaside resort and the new hipster paradise. I was completely zapped out of the world and into this transitional place, physically and emotionally, where it felt like it was meant to be. We had amazing fish and chips, met the sweetest locals, and was taken by the sound of the seagulls and sea-waves.
Getting lost sometimes re-pivots you and actually changes your perspective in life, training you to adapt quicker and enjoy the little things.
'Documenting how we felt when we found ourselves stranded'