Is that the headland beyond Pett Level I wonder? We walked along the beach there recently with my stepson and my little step-granddaughter, over from Sweden for Christmas in East Sussex, and it looked very like your photos. The wind was up and the sea was rough - very exhilarating! Later we drove along the military canal road and saw your starlings, although not so many and not at dusk. I like to think you were there too, seeing the same things. It's a bond of sorts. Great photos.
Yes it is! It's a beautiful quiet beach with one of the best sea glass distributions as well as the fossil forest, dinosaur footprints and a shipwreck at low tide. We might have passed each other on the very same windy day. I have never seen so much sea foam before.
Oh Lucille, we might have done! That would be funny - we need an app to tell us when we are close to a fellow blogger, although that would involve giving up my old brick of a Nokia... Apparently Fay Godwin lived in one of the coastguards cottages at Pett Level and took some wonderful photos of the beach and the sea glass there too.
We also looked at a house in Pett which is for sale but has half the space we have here. We will always have family links to that part of the country and lots of good memories, but are beginning to realise we can't afford to go back, and perhaps we shouldn't anyway. It would never be as we knew it.
I do hope we do meet up one day - I should love to have a coffee and a chat. Sure we would have much in common!
I have a copy of her book Romney Marsh and the Royal Military Canal. You might find it on Abebooks. I am wondering what to do with all the sea glass. Perhaps I should throw it back to give someone else the pleasure of finding it. We are quite addicted to the hunt.
I like your beach photos. That section of coast is one of our favourites too. We've been touring the north Kent coast today, the weather has been beautiful.
Your photographs have gladdened a dreary afternoon ... I really must go down to the sea again, although the coast near here is all mud and jelly fish and I crave spume and sea glass.
Beautiful photographs, I especially like the pebbles and glass and the fungus. My husband heard Rick Wakeman on Simon Mayo on his way home from work one day and was so taken with his playing that I had to stop cooking tea and sit and listen to the podcast for half an hour so that we could both enjoy his talented playing. (I remember him more from the prog-rock era and the less said about that the better).
"Lovely beyond any singing of it..."
ReplyDeleteIs that the headland beyond Pett Level I wonder? We walked along the beach there recently with my stepson and my little step-granddaughter, over from Sweden for Christmas in East Sussex, and it looked very like your photos. The wind was up and the sea was rough - very exhilarating! Later we drove along the military canal road and saw your starlings, although not so many and not at dusk. I like to think you were there too, seeing the same things. It's a bond of sorts. Great photos.
ReplyDeleteYes it is! It's a beautiful quiet beach with one of the best sea glass distributions as well as the fossil forest, dinosaur footprints and a shipwreck at low tide. We might have passed each other on the very same windy day. I have never seen so much sea foam before.
ReplyDeleteOh Lucille, we might have done! That would be funny - we need an app to tell us when we are close to a fellow blogger, although that would involve giving up my old brick of a Nokia... Apparently Fay Godwin lived in one of the coastguards cottages at Pett Level and took some wonderful photos of the beach and the sea glass there too.
DeleteWe also looked at a house in Pett which is for sale but has half the space we have here. We will always have family links to that part of the country and lots of good memories, but are beginning to realise we can't afford to go back, and perhaps we shouldn't anyway. It would never be as we knew it.
I do hope we do meet up one day - I should love to have a coffee and a chat. Sure we would have much in common!
I have a copy of her book Romney Marsh and the Royal Military Canal. You might find it on Abebooks. I am wondering what to do with all the sea glass. Perhaps I should throw it back to give someone else the pleasure of finding it. We are quite addicted to the hunt.
DeleteDefinitely throw most of it back for my little step-granddaughter to find - a bit of serendipity perhaps.
DeleteVery beautiful imagery there, Lucille.
ReplyDeleteThe bench inscription is quite lovely, too. Do you remember the Cream tune, I'm So Glad? The lyrics are quite easy to remember!
xo
Yes I do and I also nearly put up Glad All Over. I think it was by the Dave Clark Five.
DeleteRight you are, Lucille. xo
DeleteMr. and Mrs. Gladwish ... how beautifully Dickensian ! and their daughter , Gwendoline .
ReplyDeleteWhat beautiful photos, especially the waves rolling onto the beach. Such a beautiful part of the world. CJ xx
ReplyDeleteHow gorgeous! I can identify with poor dear Gladys.
ReplyDeleteSmile.
DeleteYour beach photos are corkers Lucille. Gladwish – what a lovely name. Sam x
ReplyDeleteI like your beach photos. That section of coast is one of our favourites too. We've been touring the north Kent coast today, the weather has been beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI have never heard that surname before today, what a serendipitous name.
ReplyDeleteCracking pictures, thank you.
What a beautiful beach, is it near where you live? Your photos are wonderful.
ReplyDeleteIt's near where we visit.
DeleteYour photographs have gladdened a dreary afternoon ... I really must go down to the sea again, although the coast near here is all mud and jelly fish and I crave spume and sea glass.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photographs, I especially like the pebbles and glass and the fungus.
ReplyDeleteMy husband heard Rick Wakeman on Simon Mayo on his way home from work one day and was so taken with his playing that I had to stop cooking tea and sit and listen to the podcast for half an hour so that we could both enjoy his talented playing. (I remember him more from the prog-rock era and the less said about that the better).