Sunday, 23 June 2019

Teetering on the Forgotten


 I was clearing up my folder of beach photos after publishing the last post, when I discovered a glut of photos from earlier in the month that I hadn't done anything with.  So here they are. 

 Aren't you lucky?!

 The first four are from an early morning dalliance on the prom on the 3rd June:







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 And the following are from 16th June:


 I had to carefully make my way through the sleeping Triffids behind my previous abode, Château Device, to get to the secret steps down to the beach.

 As there weren't any dead bodies lining the rickety old steps, I could only assume that no tourists had come this way recently and fallen foul of the Triffids' poison before plummeting to their doom.

 Unfortunately.

 . . .

 Still, it was worth the disappointment to get down to a deserted beach and a massive groyne all for me.  Me!

 While I was down there, I noticed that a bit more of the cliff was teetering on the brink of collapse...
















Elisabeth S
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 I saw my friend the grey seal bobbing around in the sea while I was wandering along the beach.  He wasn't feeling particularly photogenic, hence the lack of photos, but some of his cousins in Scotland have made up for it in their audition video for Simon Cowell's new boyband:


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12 comments:

  1. Oo-er - no wonder the seals kept away and you hadthe groyne to yourself. That teetering cliff looks lethal. Jx

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    1. Not anymore it doesn't! I have some new photos from this morning to share...

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  2. Did you ever fancy giving the teetering cliff a nudge? It looks like it's collapse at the sniff of a sneeze.
    Be careful out there! I have noticed that the triffids are rampant this year.
    Sx

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  3. Wow! charming little pathway and steps...then you tell us it's festooned with Triffids. And THEN...you show us the dangerous crack in the cliff.
    The creek that bisected our former property was a bit like that, though not as steep.
    Lovely photos.

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    1. Yes, Overstrand is almost as dangerous as Australia!

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  4. The Riesen-Bärenklau is poisonous, causes ugly burns. Working on it requires a hazmat suit, similar to what you wear in the Infomaniac House of Beauty, one that covers even the face. The stuff must be burned on site. A bit like Japanese knotweed, just with added health hazard. So, please, just take your trusted flamethrower out and kill the crap off, so that the soft'n lovely skin of You & all Yours is not in danger. Besides this, this kind of Bärenklau is bad for embankments, does not hold earth together : More rain, more crumble.
    Like MsScarlet I wonder if you do not feel the urge to jump up & down on the (seemingly) still attaching piece of land next to the teetering cliff ? It's a bit like a tooth that wants to fall out, but needs a bit encouragement.
    Besides all these phantasies, I really hope that you take care in this hostile environment and do not risk nothing please. None of us wants to read about you in the Daily Mail or somesuch, like "Norfolk Witch Buried under Tons of Chalk" (or whatever the correct name of the holy English Earth in question is), or "Cliff Crumbler : Norfolk Man Beats the Odds" - we like you the way you are, un-burnt and chalk-free.

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    1. Ah, thank you, Mr Mago. I certainly hope I never get to feature in the Daily Mail. The Guardian, maybe, but definitely not the Mail!

      I usually give the Triffids (aka, the Riesen-Bärenklau, aka Giant Hogweed) a wide berth, but sometimes they congregate right where I need to pass. Luckily, they're quite slow and ponderous, and I can dart through the gaps before they've realised I'm there.

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  5. Wouldn't "Cliff Crumbler" be an apt name for some kind of "hero" in one of those universes ?

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    1. Cliff Crumbler vs The Triffid! Coming to a cinema near you soon!

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  6. Well, he'd be better than Cliff-Bloody-Richard!

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Tickle my fancy, why don't you?