- A cautionary tale. It’s worth remembering, that the sea can be a dangerous beast, in any state. It’s not just the sea that we need to be wary of though. A young girl died in Staithes, just a few days ago. She was hit by debris falling from the cliffs, and sadly, she didn’t survive. - - As the hot weather takes moisture from clay and rocky cliffs; it causes the material to shrink. This leads to cracking, which makes the cliffs unstable. This is the problem at the moment. When we do eventually have a good spell of rain, the cracks will fill, and the material will once again swell. More instability will occur. - - Our cliffs will become more dangerous, and there will be more landslides. Be careful out there, at the base and tops of cliffs. They could move at any moment.
- I’m always pleased to see this little hump of a bump. It’s on the way to the hospital where I visit my neurologist. It’s also near the northern end of my patch of coastline; which gives me the opportunity to sit on one of the many nice beaches up that way. It’s definitely one of my favourite bumps. One day, I might even manage to walk to its top, and reverse the view.
- Is it just me, or is there something that draws people to the ends of piers and breakwaters? Halfway is rarely enough. I wonder if there’s a word to describe this irresistible attraction?
- My dearest, my delight This sky, and the air before the sea The same as here or there I’ll remember, so you can forget again How such a distance isn’t set
- Midsummer centres upon the sight of a spectacular solstice sunset. Thoughts, wishes and regrets can wash away with this outgoing tide. A new season, and the hope of fruitful ventures awaits.
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