Don’t jump from the bridge

Clifton Suspension Bridge was designed by the great Isambard Kingdom Brunel. It was his favourite project, but he died before it was finished in 1864.

 

If ever you’re in the area, for £1 toll fee you can drive over, but walk instead for free and enjoy the view of the Avon gorge.

1885, 22 year old Sarah Henley jumped off the bridge, but her dress billowed around her and acted like a parachute, gliding her to a safe landing. She lived into her mid eighties.

Between 1974 and 1993, 127 people committed suicide there. Barriers are now installed, but still around four people die each year, how terribly sad.

This is my entry for the weekly photo challenge of bridge.

The Strangest Pub I didn’t go in

First of all, I’ll confess that the title of the post was going to be the weirdest no the wierdest pub but I couldn’t make my mind up how to spell it. Do you ever get letter blind and unable to spell a word that you’ve written a million times? Please don’t all say no, you’re losing it G 🙂

Anyway, back to the strange pub. It’s called the Highwayman and it’s on Dartmoor. Here he is holding up a coach!

and a gallery, click for a bigger view.

Here’s the man himself, unless you want to risk highway robbery,get off the moor before night falls.

What a weird place, I’ve heard it’s even stranger inside. They have rooms if you want to stay, but of course it’s haunted.

Black and white Sunday, typical

Driving around Dartmoor this evening, I spotted this Devon village green. It’s typical of the sort of place you find on the moor, with it’s Saxon stone cross. It looks as if nothing has changed for centuries, but apparently the cross was found in a barn and moved to the green in1985. It’s early Christian and has X’s and O’s engraved on it.

This is for Paula’s black and white Sunday typical theme, she has a dreamy image of Venice this week.

Vigilant, a Thursday Special

Vigilant : Alertly watchful especially to void danger, Merriam Webster.

Paula’s Thursday Special for the first week of June is ‘pick a word’, I’m choosing vigilant, from her list of five.

The river Dart, strangely enough, runs into the sea at Dartmouth. At the estuary stands the 600 year old castle, one the loveliest settings anywhere for a fortress.

Gun tower

The gun tower was one of the first of it’s kind in the country and has been standing vigilant for nearly as long as the castle has existed.

You can walk out to the castle, along a path with beautiful views, or you can go by ferry. I’ve done both, most recently last week, when I walked out and returned by boat. When you arrive at the jetty, there’s a board that you turn around, the ferryman sees it from way across the river and makes his way across to take you back to town. A perfect way of spending £2.50 on a sunny day.

 

As dense as granite

Dartmoor granite was used to build the old London Bridge, the one that’s now a tourist attraction somewhere in the Arizona desert. Luckily there’s still plenty left to scramble on, and take photos of!

This is Bonehill Rocks, a couple of miles from Haytor. I went at the weekend, and had a bit of  scramble myself. In fact I had to bump my way down on my derriere, holding on to absolutely nothing except my breathe.

Do you think granite is dense enough for the weekly photo challenge?

Black and White Sunday, Countryside

The Otter estuary in the East Devon AONB has long been a favourite place of mine. If you park at Budleigh Salterton you can walk along the river up to Otterton, grab a pub lunch, visit a gallery and mill, then walk back down again. The last time I was there, I was too ill to walk very far at all, just far enough to snap a couple of photos.

The clouds performed rather well for a monochrome image, so I hope Paula will like it.

Resilient enough?

Ben at the Daily Post says,

Let’s close the year by celebrating people, places, and objects that endure.

Well I’m so late with my weekly photo challenge entry that I’m beginning the year rather than ending it. I nearly didn’t bother this week, but then something triggered a memory. A few years ago, my oldest G-baby was really interested in fossils, so I took her to see some, but it was an epic fail. We walked along the stretch of beach where I thought I’d taken these photos a few years before and I couldn’t find them! Poor Louisa was so disappointed, we had to go to the fossil shop, where I bought her a tiny ammonite. Not the same at all when I’d promised her fossils wider than she was tall.

I never did find out for certain what happened to them, at the time I said there must have been another land slide that covered them, they were frequent. But it’s possible that I just couldn’t find them. I need to go back and try again – on my own!

This is my ‘resilient’ entry, I expect you ‘ve already done yours.

This is also a reply to Liz who asked if I’d ever found any fossils. She has a stunning wildlife blog, full of photos of the flora and fauna, in the area around Capetown.

New Horizons

The horizon leans forward, offering you space to place new steps of change

Maya Angelou

This weeks photo challenge at the Daily Post has been set by Krista, very timely in these last few weeks of a turbulent year.

Here in my photo, some are strolling, some swimming towards, some catching a wave away from the horizon.

How about you, will you stride towards the future with positivity, or wallow in a mire of indifference?