We were alone, the foot paths by the sea were empty and I was shivering. I had three layers on when the already low sun began to finally reach the horizon. I remember being disappointed in the fog that had blocked the view of the setting sun. I instantly felt the fear of not being able to capture a compelling image. I tried my best not to waste 3,000 miles of travel. We stood high on a cliff and all I could do was look down and out. Nothing magnificent happened, only the cold waves crashing on the rocks below.