Sunday, 29 July 2012
Solent veiws
The clouds appeared to divide as they approached; inland, mountainous clouds bubble at speed across the land, to our South beyond the Isle of Wight, the same story, whilst above the Solent, clear azure skies.
Saturday, 28 July 2012
Friday, 27 July 2012
Thursday, 26 July 2012
Wednesday, 25 July 2012
Tuesday, 24 July 2012
Seacombe rocks
Floating along the coast, the cliffs look different from this angle, new views unfold, hidden caverns exposed and secret places, normally reserved for the seabirds, made accessible. We scramble over abrasive rocks, buffeted by deceptively strong waves, to stand on perches new. Down below fish swim deftly through a garden of multi coloured weed which wafts gently to and fro, in tune with the ebbing tides. Later, climbing out of the long redundant quarry and making our way through flower filled pastures, we pause to survey the vistas afforded us. Another day of new horizons and the joy of finding the new hidden within the familiar.
Monday, 23 July 2012
Sunday, 22 July 2012
Broad bench
You've got to make the most of what you get, so bright and early off we set to the coast. Kimmeridge our destination, to enjoy our intention. The sea was mill pool still, the sort of blue you can never reproduce and cool, not cold, just spartan enough to revive and refresh. A dip in the blue, bathed in sun, cooled by an almost invisible breeze as you sat on rocks as old as time; it was elemental, man.
The shore was clear and the lure of the unfamiliar strong as we made our way to the base of Gad Cliffs. Gad Cliffs, always out of bounds, being the overshoot area for the nearby tank ranges. We'd never been here before, in all our years of exploring the Purbecks; although I'd often spied the area with longing. We were not disappointed. Following animal paths we made our way through lush undergrowth, fragrant with an abundance of wild flowers, beneath towering ramparts of cliff, up, and then up some more we climbed, until we reached our goal of Townly Sheltons seat and our reward as the finest views of the Jurassic coast were afforded us. The rise in spirits is tangible
Saturday, 21 July 2012
Fallen
Up turned trees are a common sight presently throughout the forest, victims of our recklessness, our disregard for nature and equilibrium. In years to come, their roots too will endure, like this Oak slighted in some time passed, to remind us of our folly and our place in things. We could have it so good.
Friday, 20 July 2012
Saturday, 14 July 2012
Friday, 13 July 2012
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
Global warning
Remember when the phrase 'global warming' first entered the wider public consciousness, people quipped , 'good, better summers' and alike, the point conveniently being missed; maybe that was the point, cynical view I know. A few decades on and the reality of climate change isn't the comfortable, and somewhat whimsical, vision of warmer beers in a Mediterranean Britain; not by a long chalk. No, climate change has wrought chaos on our seasons and the natural cycles there in. Now the only predictable aspects of seasonal weather are their unpredictable nature and as a consequence the effects of our reckless disregard for our planet are coming home to roost.
Monday, 9 July 2012
Sunday, 8 July 2012
Saturday, 7 July 2012
Here comes the Summer
Liquid sunshine continues to reign over the forest, a forest out of time, seasons juxtaposed. Woodland streams, flows usually barely covering their gravel beds at this point of the year, burst their banks, flooding the stands and any low laying ground.
Thursday, 5 July 2012
Wednesday, 4 July 2012
Tuesday, 3 July 2012
Sunday, 1 July 2012
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