With only a few shots remaining on the film residing within my Leica I, I head off to Nong Nuch this morning to finish the roll. Along for the ride is the E-M1 with the 50mm F2 Summarit from the Leica III stuck on the front.

Unbeknown to the readership of this most esteemed organ, I have done very little in the way of exercise for many, many months.

Three weeks ago I decided to do something about it and since then have resolved to get my lazy arse onto the beach at least three times a week and either windsurf or paddle an SUP board; and I must admit I feel a whole lot more healthy for having started moving my body again.

Today I did a bit of windsurfing and then stuck my camera in the general direction of the Gulf of Thailand, which also was the general direction of the setting sun. Still, the Olympus 40-150mm gave me a few shots.

Before I receive a deluge* of complaints, I know that the subject of this post does not relate to winkles, but if you are of a certain age you will understand.

Anyway, reader Ray, he of much photography knowledge and far too many cameras, has come to live in Pattaya to escape the photographic wasteland that is Hua Hin. I have dragged him round my usual spots; but he has already found some new places where lenses can be pointed. One of these is a beach north of Naklua where hordes descend at low tide to extract winkles (not really winkles, see above).

We went this morning, but the tide was high when we arrived and so it was an hour or so before people started heading onto the beach, by which time the light was crap. We will return again when there is an early morning low tide. Meantime, a few shots that show the potential of the location.

Shot 1: 1951 Leica

In the late 1970s, an Australian doctor and his friend acquired a budget of around US$300,000 and dragged a few shitty cars into the desert to make a modern western called Mad Max, featuring an unknown actor called Mel Gibson who went on to be extremely successful before becoming extremely weird. Mad Max did very well commercially and the doctor, George Miller, gave up the scalpel and embarked upon Max Max: The Road Warrior which was released in 1981.