I’d like to know the name of the hen that laid the eggs I eat, as Michelle does. She’s asked for names for this weeks challenge, not as easy as it would seem.
I’ve only managed to find one boat and it’s too cold to got out to photograph any more.
The much photographed Lively Lady has been fishing out of Beer for many years.
Now isn’t Drang an odd name for a street? It’s in Padstow, Cornwall and there’s a gallery with the same name.
The D’Oyly Carte’s were the family behind Gilbert and Sullivan, this Iolanthe poster is at Coleton Fishacre, a National Trust property that was once their home.
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This area calls itself the beginning of our Jurassic coast, but the stone is in fact even earlier, Triassic sandstone, and a mile or so further east, the cliff changes to chalk, towards Beer on the horizon. I was looking to see if there has been any further erosion.
I was immediately stuck by the pink line that looked like a sand bar. It isn’t, just the sun sliding through low clouds.
I walked the length of the seafront, mesmerised.
The sky became increasingly dramatic.
I snapped away happily and stared, probably with my mouth open.
The view was lovely right to the end of the path. My hands were frozen by then, so I found shelter, and tomato and paprika soup in my favourite sea front café, Mocha. I even got the best seat, in the corner with a high stool by the window.
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