I haven't been down to my local beach since the official start of lockdown in March. It's mainly because I might be doing everything I can to be as safe as I can, for myself and others, but the mass of holidaymakers on our beaches have come from far and wide and seemed determined to… Continue reading Beach Dragon
As someone who has had a stroke and also has Multiple Sclerosis, I'm well used to having to use any energy I have been allowed wisely. When I've been exceptionally busy with work then the priority is to use it for that, because it pays! Unfortunately afterwards, or if I've had a period of unrelated… Continue reading Ticking Over
The summer season ban for taking dogs on the beach has lifted now. I have been busy with running the chalet rental but I do manage to take a walk or two down there among the rocks, pools, seaweed and sand again now. The rocks in the foreground here aren't always visible, it depends on… Continue reading Return to the Beach
I've been down at the beach taking a few of my little abstracts of the stream running across the pebbles. It's busier down there now with the half-term holidays starting and other people are doing the holiday making things with the kids, taking their shots of the ocean and the dramatic views. I, however, am… Continue reading Not the View
Yesterday morning was looking to bring a fine day. Even by 9am on a Sunday families were already occupying their little territories of the receding beach at Crackington as the tide was heading for one of its high points for the day. I had headed down there a little earlier than normal to give myself… Continue reading Offshore Mists
The only time I can be on the beach at Crackington Haven during the summer is on a Sunday morning when the weekly beach clean takes place. A dog ban during the high tourist season means that I can't walk Gwynnik along the shore there during the week now, so my wife and I take… Continue reading A beach morning
This is looking south on Widemouth's long beach. The wind was fairly fierce, whipping up the sea spray off the tops of the waves and leaving it hanging in the air. As you walked you could feel the damp on your face and taste the tangy moisture. The pebbles on the beach were coated with… Continue reading My domain
Just climbing the coastpath south, just barely out of Crackington Haven, you come across Tremoutha, the next cove along. There isn't an easy access to the beach here, any faint pathway has long since grown over, so access may only be relatively safely gained by skipping and scrambling around the small headland and over the… Continue reading Incoming tide at Tremoutha
Well, that's increased the followers number and the statistics page bar graphs went to places I've never seen before! Thank you everyone for liking, following and commenting, it is much appreciated and is still humbling to think that people from all over the globe are seeing and enjoying the exact little bits of world I… Continue reading New fans and old
Amongst all the usual newsletters and regular store emails one morning last week I had an email from Ben Huberman at WordPress. I recognised the name but couldn't quite place why. The subject line was 'You're an Editors Pick on WordPress Discover!' I took a moment to try to process those few words. Some pinching… Continue reading WordPress Discover Editors’ Pick
It seems that the abstract rock pictures I last posted were enjoyed so I have more where the scale is not apparent but some combination of line, texture and shape make an appealing composition to me.
The north edge of Crackington Haven is dominated by the headland of Penkenna. When you are down walking on the beach you can see ant-like people silhouetted against the sky sometimes, walking along the footpath on the top. From sea level it looks very precarious but, although narrowing to a point and dropping steeply and… Continue reading Penkenna
