Saturday 14 May 2022

An Early Start

 Having mentioned to Jon that I have a couple of posts started, and to Mago (after his inspiring link) that I may go down to the beach this weekend, I bring you this new post as the first step in ridding myself of Lazy Baggageitis (and its instigatory conditions). 

 I woke up at about quarter to five this morning and laid there for a while listening to Beaky in a sing-off with some other balckbird as the sun was nearing the horizon.  Half an hour later, sick of Beaky's increasingly strident racket, I got up and decided to go down to the beach...

Sunrise in the north-east from the cliff top

Down on the promenade

Another prom shot

Beach huts
(the ones that made it through winter without being smashed to smithereens, that is)

Ruby Tuesday

Dream Den

The Gin Trap: A beach getaway for Mistress Maddie should she ever visit

Hopefully all the repairs will be complete before summer

I'm sure this big concrete block serves some purpose...

Smashed and broken revetments - a victim of the winter storms

Due East (to Sidestrand and Trimingham)

Heading home up the High Street, I love this big horse chestnut tree...

...and its big, showy panicles of flowers

On the other side of the road behind the thatched roof of the sports pavilion, a turret from the village "castle" can be spied.  Wayward princesses could do worse than be imprisoned within as I hear it has hot & cold running water, central heating, and wi-fi.

Back home, this is the view from the kitchen window.  And while I was looking out...

... this muntjac was looking in!

 I had intended to write a bit more, but I went up the allotment after I'd had a coffee and some toast and when I got back I was inflicted with nieces and nephew, plus I had to help The Father construct a chimney breast in the living room, so this is as good as it's going to get.  I'll try and do the rounds later once everyone's gone (yes, they're still here).

20 comments:

  1. Beaky was my gift with my love. Incidentally, humans need less sleep as they age. Just saying.

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    1. How thoughtful of you, Hound. Now, do you have the address for Coleen's agony column, perchance?

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  2. Lovely pictures Mr Devine!!!!! Im a sucker for your beach pictures. And the Gin Trap is a perfect name for my beach but. Or even Love or Shake shack would surrice...depending on my activity. But should I ecen visit I assumed I'd be staying at the Castle Device?

    Well I could use your services right now....Im in the garden...planting.

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    1. But of course you will be staying chez moi - The Gin Trap is just for when you fancy an extra something!

      And I've just got back form the allotment where I've been tending to woody growth and filling holes...

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    2. Two of the many things I hear your good at..... I hear everything....

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    3. Oh, those little birds with their wagging tongues!

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  3. "Dream Den" looks a bit trippy.
    I can not remember to have seen this concrete block before in one of your photographs. Or is it portable, and the workmen just put it there for unknown engineering reasons ?

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    1. Dream Den is best experienced after a drink or twelve - that way, all its dimensions seem normal!

      As for the concrete block, I assume it's something to do with the constructionwork - but it could be that Thor's just misplaced his paperweight...

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  4. I love the Horse Chestnut! I am waiting for my Hawthorn to show willing, as it is so pretty when it does.
    I would like to stay in the trippy Dream Den, weather permitting.
    Nice shot of the deer - the deer here always scarper before I've got my mitts on my camera!
    Sx

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    1. The Horse Chestnut really is quite magnificent! I think they're very well shaped and proportioned trees.

      I forgot to say in my reply to Mago that Dream Den has a slightly larger, matching cliff top hut suitable for reading, knitting, or sneering at passing grockles.

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    2. I thought I had a photo on the blog of the cliff top hut - called 'Cliffhanger' - but I can't find it, so here's a link to an article in our regional newspaper in which it features.

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    3. Thank you IDV. So it houses a kind of permanent flea market :) One should believe that the lady sold all her bric-a-brac now ...

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  5. Lovely photos - and for a change, it looks suitably warm to be at the beach!

    I am another Horse Chestnut fan - they really do act as the giant harbingers of summer (and round our neighbourhood, they've been joined by fellow early summer joys such as lilacs and Wisteria, and even an early Philadelphus, but it's been so warm the rowans, Ceanothus and Mexican Orange (Choisya) are already going over)!

    I think if I had a beach hut it might be wall-to-wall glitterballs...Jx

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    1. Well, I never thought Horse Chestnuts were so popular. And I recently discovered that they're closely related to Lychees!

      I'm looking forward to my Philadelphus blooming - I've positioned it right on the edge of my Gin Time Corner to get the full effect of its scent.

      Glitterballs are far more you than beachballs!

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  6. The muntjac is too cute. Great photos, all. Very romantic. I can almost taste and smell the air... Kizzes.

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    1. The muntjac is not cute when it nibbles the new shoots off my plants!!!

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  7. I am so impressed that you've used the word "panicles." Nobody knows what I'm talking about when I say that word. However, I had to Google "muntjac" and "chimney breast."

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  8. Belsize Avenue (Swiss Cottage up the hill towards Hampstead environs) had magnificent horse chestnuts, both side of the street. It was glorious! Of course, that was in the 60s....

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