
Waltzing joy of Lent
fresh in the early spring rain
glistening petals
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o

Waltzing joy of Lent
fresh in the early spring rain
glistening petals

Stands a unusual tribute

to George Harrison.Yes, it really is a wheelie in. Last year two guys campaigned for a little lane close to their home to be named, Blue Jay Way, after the George’s song. As well as the bin, they had a street sign made, and they’ve put pots of plants to cheer the area up.
The bin may be a mundane object, but I saw the beauty and thought I’d post for Phototrablogger’s Mundane Monday
Jude is looking for monochrome photos for her Garden Challenge in February. She advises us to,
Look for texture, shape and patterns. The subject matter is entirely up to you, but should be loosely garden related
The challenge has made me think about the hard landscape and structures in gardens, rather than just plants. Although I haven’t visited any gardens this year, I’ve found a few possibilities in my archives and this is my second attempt.

There’s still time to get a February entry in, next month is wildlife.
The word “seasons” can also describe a period or phase of your life. If this context resonates with you, share an image that expresses the seasonality of life itself or the present season of your life.
This is Jen’s prompt for the weekly photo challenge over at the Daily Post. Everything I see outside my window is grey, and dank. Maybe this weekend there’ll be some sunshine. Meanwhile on Tuesday I went out for supper straight from work. Lots of you know that in summer, I often head to the coast after work for fish and chops and Pimms, I’m really looking forward for that season to begin.
This week was supper in town, in a lovely restaurant,

What can we see through the window, maybe a closer look.

The Cathedral looking beautiful at dusk.

The restaurant was nice, I wondered what it was like in the Christmas season.

After delicious food, we wandered up through Catherine Street, where the ruined chapel is lit up in the gloom.

Broadchurch is a British crime drama series filmed in various locations in the south west of England. It has won several BAFTA’s and there has been an American remake, under the name of Gracepoint and also starring David Tennant of Dr Who fame.
It was first shown in the UK three years ago, and I’ve yet to see an episode, but I have been to the beach, it’s just down the road from Bridport, at West Bay!
Looking west at West Bay, uh, the Broadchurch bay
On a rough February day.
Looking east.
Blowing away the cobwebs and getting icy cold hands!
Have you seen Broadchurch, if so should I try to catch it even though I don’t watch crime drama?

Deceptive frailty
belies hidden energy
zesty seeds of life


For Photrablogger who says,
This is a challenge created to find beauty in almost everything. The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs. And give me a pingback.
Anyone who comes across this post can take part in this challenge. And you are free to challenge or invite other bloggers who might be interested in finding beauty in those everyday things all around us.
Today I took the dogs for a favourite walk at Topsham, one of those places I never tire of, if you keep your eyes open there’s always something to see.
We started off by checking Vigilant’s progress, you may remember her?It’s a slow and expensive process but she’s looking healthier. 

We headed off down the Strand, a pretty street with the river to the right and houses of all shapes and sizes, some with a Dutch influence, to the left.

Some have gardens across the road that lead to the river, I love having a sneaky peep.

They can even grow Housetrees here!
The tide was right out today so the old girls and I scrambled down the steps at,

where Daisy just couldn’t resist the mud.

I pootled with Dido to see what we could find,


where the Goat Walk begins. There are benches all the way along, but the sun was hiding under the clouds so we didn’t linger today, except to listen to a young boy telling his little sister about the solar system and illustrating it in the sand.

I think that in days gone by there must have been a big estate behind the wall, with this gate to the path so that they could go goat strolling. There are several big, old houses across the fields.

We turn left and the end and leave the river behind for a few minutes.

Bowling Green Marsh is a nature reserve with an abundance of wildlife, and a rest stop for thousands of migratory birds. Let’s walk up this path,

Wildlife only on the left, but here’s the view.

Not too bad is it? If you have sharp eyes, you can see the train. If you’re ever down this way, check the tide is low and catch the train from Exeter to Exmouth, even Michael Portillo featured it recently on his Great Railway Journeys.
We’ll pop up to the viewing platform,

In case we lose our bearings this might help,

This is the point where the river Clyst flows into the Exe.

Exmouth is on the horizon. I went back to the main path and headed for the bird hide, as usual I forgot to bring binoculars, but a kind RSPB volunteer let me use his to see some Snipe out on the mud. No photos, I only had my phone, but I doubt that my camera would have helped at this distance.

They are there though I promise, and the chanting was wonderful.

I’ll leave you with this last view, and walk up Bowling Green road to complete my circular walk by the railway bridge where I left my car.
I’m sharing with Jo, she’s probably feeling the chill this week!