This is a really quick post this evening as I have had a power cut and then in the process of writing this for the second time I have now burnt my dinner! Never mind, once I have written this brief post I will raid the cupboards for something else!
Continuing from my weekend in Sussex I wanted to share some of the things that I saw whilst happily relaxing and allowing the world to go by – literally! Having paused from my surf snapping I took time to simply sit back and soak up the wonderful scenery, the trouble with this is that you look a little harder at your surroundings and suddenly there is a wealth of new things to capture! So, here are just a few of the things that I saw down on the beach at Birling Gap……..
I have been on holiday for a week and so had promised that I would stay away from computers as long as possible seeing as I spend most of my life glued to them! But, I have given in and so it’s back to the blog and following my mini break to the South Coast I have some wonderful images to share with you over the coming days.I will begin with the moment that I walked along the track from Seven Sisters car park following the sign ‘To The Beach’! Now, as most of you know I am 41yrs old – however at this moment in time I was transported back to being 10yrs old, the sheer excitement of seeing the sea again after several years of spending weekends away in the beautiful Lake District – I have to admit to even breaking into a jog over the brow of the hill and letting out a woop as I saw the sea!! anyway, the images today are of the walk towards the beach, the moment I walked over the brow of the hill and a couple of views right and left from the top of the shingle beach at Birling Gap….(the only difference being that aged 10 I carried a 110 camera not a DSLR!)
One of the blogs that I follow on here has the enviable location of being beside the sea…..for a landlocked Midlander the sea holds such allure in yet I haven’t managed to get to the coast for many years, preferring to trek North to one of my haunts, The Lakes of Cumbria. But some time ago I visited a magical place, the Isle of Arran off the Western Scottish coast, wild and rugged yet utterly beautiful and unspoilt. These are the places I long to be, places with little or no man-made construction or man-made blemishes, I guess I’m just a soul that longs for solitude, beauty and harmony…..everyday living robs you of these things, replaces them with greed, want and jealousy. I look at this image and it takes me back there, that’s what I love about capturing a scene….you can revisit it time and time again……. for those lucky enough to be able to live in a place of such beauty you are truly lucky…….and I dream of maybe one day being lucky too.
Its still early spring here in the Uk and summer feels like a long way away! So thoughts of sea, sand and splashing around in the surf are still firmly at the back of our minds. In fact I have taken to wearing jumpers again! So I thought Id try and bring thoughts of sunny days and walking down the beach to the front of my mind (not easy when you live at least 150 miles from the nearest seaside!) but whilst walking round the garden this morning I saw some pebbles that reminded me of holidays in Devon and one particular beach called Slapton Sands located near Dartmouth. The beach has quite a history and was the location for training exercises during World War 2 but suffered tremendously in the early hours of the 28th of April 1944 when eight Landing Ship Tanks (LST’s), full of American servicemen were in Lyme Bay, off the coast of Devon, England. Their purpose to take part in Exercise Tiger, the realistic rehearsals for the D-Day landings in Normandy. The night turned into tragedy as a group of patrolling German e-boats discovered and attacked them. At the end of the series of practice landings 946 American Servicemen lost their lives. A Sherman tank stands as a permanent memorial to the tragic event. My image represents the beach, a place of fun, but also a reminder that many beaches have served as platforms for war…lets hope never to be repeated.