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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Before your friends arrive.
Christmas is nearly over, enjoy the lights while you can.
When you wake up it will be 2017, Happy New Year everyone!
Tea little faerie?
This photo looks a bit creepy, but it wasn’t back then and wasn’t on Saturday, I was snapping into full sun.
There were few trees on the left, those thatwhere there were mostly lost in the 1987 storms, and the ones above were planted a couple of years later. You can just about see the remains of some that were lost at the time.
A little further down the path are some of the old ones that survived.
And some, like this old giant, have since been lost. In autumn I posted some fungi growing on this tree, I can’t help wondering what will happen to it now it’s had it’s branches chopped off.
That’s how long it’s stood there, since four years after the park was created.
This one died from the inside and now it’s finally fallen, it’s become a miniature habitat for all kinds of creature.
Many trees have been made into rustic seats, this one seems to have lost it’s balance.
This skateboard and bike area needs refurbishing. When I was little, it was always full of kids, with swings, a seesaw and a roundabout. No soft padded ground to fall onto in those days, if you didn’t hold tight enough, not only would it hurt, but you would probably have had a telling off from ‘Parkie’, the ever present park keeper, for messing about! It was surrounded by a painted metal fence back then, now more of the dead trees provide a barrier. There’s a whole new play area now, with a paddling pool, and it’s all fenced off to keep dogs out.
like an army of ants, everyone else was there as well!
But Lindy and the dogs just chilled.
Lucid Gypsy 