Today’s featured photographer is @brianthomasbell Isn’t he worth a follow?! - Now, I’m not really a big fan of super long seascape exposures, but I think Brian has his timing just right! The movement in the water is perfect, and the subtle colours are quite wonderful! Check out his feed for more beautiful colour images of Cornwall - where the very end of the country meets the edge of the sea.
- One watches the windswept waves. All manner of thoughts are seized by the seas retreat. Like lost summer days, it will repeat. With hope and trust and sure expectation.
Have you been here, or would you like to go? - After years and years of visiting, and living in Scarborough, I finally visited the castle today!
- Nothing lasts forever Like shadows, or tracks in sand Things change That’s just how it is . ~ . Due to the new #algorithm shizzle that instagram’s using, I’m trying to make some changes to keep up. Firstly I’ve dumped the business user option. Secondly there’s going to be a bit of a general tidy up, of people I follow, and of inactive followers. Thirdly, erm, who knows!? . You might not notice anything yourself, but if you find you’ve been unfollowed, don’t get your pants/knickers all twisty. No-one needs uncomfortable undercrackers. It’s probably only temporary, and I’ve got a whitelist with many of you on it. If I’ve missed you off, please direct message me, rather than leave mardy comments. Thanks. . It’ll all work out fine again. Probably.
- Did you know the UK is covered in Cold War nuclear bunkers? There’s probably one nearby you.
- From Warsett Hill, we overlook the pleasant curve of concrete and cliffs, at Skinningrove. On the other side, past Blue Nook, Green Turf, and Cattersty Sands; another height, again called Warsett Hill. Twin hills, and named the same? I wonder why.
- Spilling, plunging, collapsing, surging. From wind pushed ripples come lusty waves. The endless summer, just dreams away.
- Many of us grew up with a very real fear of a worldwide nuclear war. Very few of us were aware that there were people who worked underground, throughout the U.K, in over 1500 war monitoring posts. Their job was to record blast details, taking measurements - and forwarding them up the chain of command. Some of these fortified concrete bunkers were in use right up until 1991, when the threat was deemed negligible enough to stand them down. Over the years, I’ve been able to visit quite a few bunkers. Sadly many of them are now badly vandalised, or burnt out - pieces of history destroyed. A handful remain along the Yorkshire Coast. I hope for the sake of my children, and yours, that we never again have the need for places such as this. Time will tell.
- This is Staithes. Without a doubt, one of the most idyllic little villages on the edge of where the sea meets the land.
- I find it quite interesting, how certain trees hold back their leaves, whilst others unfold them into the sunshine. There’s a reason for this. It’s a choice the tree makes, based upon its own assumptions, it’s choosing, it’s plan for life. To have your eyes opened and amazed, I recommend you read - The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben You won’t be disappointed!
- I’ve always feared the unknown depth of water. Rogue waves and sudden swells, like this, haven’t helped at all. Living on a boat, in the gentle waters of a locked tight marina; even that, held no cure. I might get over it one day. Perhaps I need to see what’s down beneath? For now though, I think I’ll stick with my side of the sea.
- If Alan Bennett walked Whitby pier Held tense against a Yorkshire gale and rain as hard as all remembered
- One slice of sky, enough to match the land A new breath of wind, and a breeze effecting lift Of feathers, bones and beak A freedom most immense
- Over the shoulder of rock Of land with plots and presence The simmered sea feels the strand As noble clouds gaze downward