Love

I love the seashore and so too do the people who own this beach chalet at Silecroft as they have woven it in fishing line and string on their fence. I took this looking out to sea

but had to give the photograph the 'lomo' treatment to boost the colour viewed from the 'right' side. The full sentiment is Peace and Love, the mantra of the sixties which the world could do with more of right now.

The steps to the chalet from the beach  are decorated with the flotsam and jetsum of the tide - nets, floats and lifebuoys;

including one lifebuoy from an old  fishing boat the Gertrude Ann which plies its trade in the Irish Sea and must have lost this on one of its trips.  September has been an unusually warm and calm month so the beach had little of interest for the beachcomber but the rougher winter seas will bring all manner of items.  You may have noticed that the windows of the hut have their protective boards on so no-one was in residence. I hope they notice this mound of string next time they visit

because a bit of sunshine yellow would add to their pallet of colours and perhaps this balloon tag the theme.

 Peace and Love

An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at L here

Go Fly A Kite

The temperature has zoomed up to 7 degrees C but hardly any breeze so no zooming in the air for this power kite which gently bobbed along the coast without gaining much height. The easiest option would be to head for the tops but
the still air meant blue skies at sea level but cloud sat on this and the south Cumbrian fells tops all day.

ABC Wednesday - O is for Overcast

The first photograph is the sunniest its going to get on today's post. Imagine how overexcited I was when I seeing the compass points laid out in a garden. If only I had remembered last week for the N, guess I will wait until the next round for that. O is for west, or, as it is from my French holiday, ouest.

I live on the west coast of England where the Atlantic sometimes likes to bring us rain laden clouds which makes it rather overcast at times.

A beach is not just for summer it is for life. One of my favourite local beaches is Silecroft, here it is on a March day. It is quite a length and a mixture of shingle, rock and sand so you can enjoy a good walk whatever the weather. The people in the distance are doing just that. If beachcombing is your thing then sometimes there are sometimes interesting, and occasionally useful, finds after a stormy period of weather.
Some of the larger stones as the tide retreats, this is the stonier end. I have a picture of the sand dunes but the day was far too sunny. Now that's not something I have said before.

Another overcast day but this is on the south east coast of England in Kent. The yachts don't look they are in any danger of being taken out, protected against the weather with their little coats. The shingle is a lovely colour. This is Whitstable which is famous for
its oysters and oyster restaurants, the remains of their shells are everywhere. The ultimate beach recycling. I'll end with a poem, by the late Gavin Ewart, which may resonate more with those living or having holidayed, in countries and regions with unpredictable summers.

"Celestial Double Haiku of the Rising Sun" by Gavin Ewart

What makes our summer
so bloody annoying (air
travellers know well)

is that up above
those blasted clouds the sun is
shining hot as hell!










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