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Life, crafty stuff, long walks, thoughts, and little oddities.


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Wind-blown galaxies and orange snow

Driving out into the darkness. The road is carpeted with a fresh blanket of snow. Falling as we travel. Drifts start to form at the side of the road. The white surrounds us, wind-blown towards the car. In the headlights, the snow spins giddyingly round. Bright stars against black night. New unexplored galaxies form as we watch. We creep onwards down the lane, towards the distant lights of the Port. Along the sea-front, the flakes blurring the street-lamps. The orange glow reflects from the surface. The car engine is stilled. Silence falls with the snow.

 

orange snow

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Fog banks and flotillas

A bank of fog hovers  at the edge of vision, rolling shorewards. The tide is fully in this lunchtime. A flotilla of gulls rest on the edge of the sea, bobbling gently up and down with the waves. A lone bird sits on an isolated rock, watching the world go by. Oyster-catchers nose through the pile of seaweed. Up on the tide-line, dunlins chatter quietly to each other. Perched on a boulder, I turn my face to the sun and bask in its gentle warmth.

lone gull


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Sea monsters and periwinkles

Grey rocks cover the beach, turning under my feet as I walk. Seaweed drapes elegantly over them, a friendly sea monster reaching out tendrils in greeting. Shells lie in nooks and crannies, wedged in place by the force of the waves. Hiding from the gulls. Shining copper brown catches my eye, stark in contrast. Basking in the late sun, the periwinkle nestles on its own boulder, waiting for the turning of the tide.

periwinkle


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Mist and seagulls

I wake to stars still shining above me. Night blue sky gradually lightens with the coming dawn. The tide-line is invisible, hidden by a sea of mist. The headlands seems layered behind each other, timidly peeking out from foggy skirts. Trails of low cloud dance around me. I scramble across rocks damp from the sea-haar, avoiding the bright-green seaweed that tangles underfoot. The world is fast disappearing under the blanket of white. Walking through the edge of the incoming waves, I am surrounded by muffled sounds. A seagull launches himself into the sky, disappearing into obscurity. Slowly the sun shines through, brightening the gloom. The veil lifts – light is revealed.

misty port wiliam

N.B Haar is a word used for sea mist or sea fog. It’s used in the midlands and north of England and in Scotland.


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Happy New Year! Blwyddyn Newydd Dda!

Rushing waves under a silver moon ushered in the new year. This morning the beach seems freshly swept, ready for the beginning. A dog bounds up to me, full of energy, stick in mouth. We paddle through the stream, admiring the pebble bed. My mum chases waves into the sea, dancing round rockpools. I walk through the water, a thin film between my boots and the sand. The world laughs for joy around us.

mum new years day

Happy New Year! Blwyddyn Newydd Dda! Gott Nytt År! Buon anno! Glückliches neues Jahr! Gelukkig Nieuwjaar! La mulți ani! I hope and pray that this coming year is full of God’s rich blessings for you all.


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High winds and bubbles

cappucino foam

High tide and gales last night. Doors and windows rattled, and the whole house shook with the power of the sea hitting the seawall.  This morning the windows are coated with salt spray, blurring the edges of the world. Brilliant sunshine shines over the bay, highlighting the wave tops as they gallop shore-wards. We walk balanced on the edge of the wind. Even as we approach the strand, the tempest continues to whip the water, creating a bubbling mass. On the beach, a cappuccino has been washed up. Masses of coffee-coloured foam covers the sand. With the gusts, it rises and swells, jelly-like on the shore. I step in and sink into the softness, walking through a bubble bath. My boots disappear beneath the suds. Laughter peels across the beach, carried home on the breeze.

foamy boots


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Raindrops and fairies

 

wet

Rain beating on windows

Calling for attention

Gutters over-flowing

In joy at being used

Flowery wellingtons

Rainbow coloured umbrella

Bright red raincoat

Waterproof trousers

All dressed up

Stomping in and out of the pools

Watching the raindrops dance

Like fairies across the surface