Bleak Beach II

Bleak Beach II

It’s Sunday. I’ve spent all day – and it was a crisp, bright and sunny day – lounging around reading Mike Arram’s ‘The Green Side.’ Finally, I put down my eReader; I was going to go for a walk. I looked out and to my chagrin the day had gone.

So, this is what I would have seen had I gone for a trot.


Neighbours, eh!

The Neighbour's Front Garden

You can pick who you live with, but, unless you’re very rich, you can’t pick your neighbours. I rent a small semi-detached bungalow. It’s pretty close to the bottom of a hill in Sussex in an area prone to flooding.

The place next door was empty for ages – which was nice as the cats could retire to snooze under a beautiful weeping willow (now so heavily pruned it’s cringing with embarrassment – but that’s another story).

The chap who eventually bought it decided he needs off road parking. So this is what he’s now doing.

If you’ve seen Spielberg’sClose Encounters of the Third Kind‘ it is very reminiscent of Richard Drefuss sculpting his version of Wyoming’s Devil’s Tower

Bleak Beach

Bleak Beach
Bleak Beach at Pett

Went for a walk on the beach. It was bleak, but the conversation I had with Mick was light, frothy and cheerful. We haven’t been for a walk in an age and I didn’t realise how much I missed it. So I took this on my phones camera. It’s apt, I think; certainly more so than a wide shot or a picture of the carpet cleaning in the studio.