There are two types of weather I hate most as a photographer: Dull with a sky of blanket grey (UK spelling here), so no point in going out; and bright sunshine with cloudless blue skies and sun high overhead for hours and not budging.  And then, when the air temperature changes later in the afternoon, as the sun lowers with full promise, black cloud swiftly moves across it, contemptuously blocking out the light and adding further to the frustration of every photographer who has waited patiently for the evening light to warm things up a bit.  Now here in the UK we get quite a lot of this kind of weather, so I really ought to be used to it by now you would think, and perhaps I should try to work with it a bit more.  But no! I always seem to hanker after that small and very narrow window of opportunity we get here in early spring and late summer and sometimes running into autumn - when the beautiful Isle of Wight shows its best side and isn't just covered in green foliage, brown dirt, harvest dust, or jam packed with tourists hugging all the coves and beaches to themselves.  Thank goodness 'street' photography is still alive and kicking.  The weather isn't an issue where that genre is concerned. So you tourists to the Isle of Wight should be very careful what you get up to on the beaches. My lens may well be pointing at you.