We’d climbed up onto the dunes just as the weather turned. One minute it was postcard Fuerteventura. Bright sand, blue sea, the whole thing was beautiful and the next a slab of grey had slid in off the Atlantic and parked itself overhead. Suddenly we were running for our cars as rain pelted down. But…

A storm was rapidly approaching but the sun was still shining when I took this. Moments later the dark clouds in the background had blown over, leaving some of us drenched, and then it was bright and sunny again.