Finally got away this week and last night was my only opportunity to try and get some shots. Left the missus and the bairn in the tent and drove to Embleton beach at around 8:30. Brisk walk and then got onto the rocks. It's bloody perilous out there at night.
Got to the water's edge only to realise I was in completely in the wrong place, headed back to the beach and worked my way along the shore and then further out onto the rocks.
Found a decent position, only to realise the tide was far further out than I had wanted, set the tripod and camera up and had a go. Used my new wireless transmitter/shutter release thingummy and set the camera for various different lengths of exposure.
By this point it was very dark and every time I looked down the tide was a little higher. I really panicked and only had time for 5 shots. Very, very atmospheric place.
Got back to mainland and jogged back to the car. Had a terrible feeling I was being followed and kept turning round. At one point I was sure I saw an apparition behind me, but as I turned round I ran into a fucking golf hole flag. Absolutely shat myself and actually squealed like a baby.
When I got back to the tent I was bit disappointed that all the photos looked the same except that they were each a little darker than the last. Turned out I hadn't had the shutter release set up properly, so all of them were 30sec exposures. Gutted. I also didn't get a chance to use the 10 stop filter I'd bought especially because I was too cowardly to stay any longer.
Anyway, learned loads (especially about familiarisation with equipment and that the tide didn't need to be that far out) and will be back soon to do it properly.