Even though the weather was rough, I couldn’t resist heading out for a couple of hours to film the stormy seas and crashing waves along Penzance’s promenade. Wrapped head to toe in waterproofs, I didn’t mind getting soaked, the drama of the storm made it all worthwhile.

There’s something exhilarating about watching the waves batter the coastline, the wind whipping across the harbour, and the spray flying high into the air. The sea was in constant motion, rolling in heavy sets that broke against the granite sea wall with a deep, echoing crash. From the promenade, each wave seemed to rise higher, throwing mist and foam across the railings.

The conditions made filming a challenge, but that’s part of the appeal. The light shifted quickly as the clouds raced overhead, creating bursts of brightness between the showers. The sound of the wind and water filled the air, powerful and unpredictable, a reminder of the sheer force of nature along this part of the Cornish coast.

Along with filming the arrival of the bluefin tuna, capturing these winter storms is one of my favourite ways to showcase Cornwall at this time of year. There’s a certain beauty in the chaos, and no two storms ever look quite the same.