Weak Salmon Skies

This morning I pasted the South End section into the garden album and printed the Patio set of photographs.

This afternoon I had another needle stuck into my arm. So did Jackie. These were our flu vaccinations at the GP surgery. So efficient was the service that appointments were one minute apart. At reception we were  given a red sign reading FLU. As we approached the woman at the far end of the waiting area who told us to roll up our sleeves, I felt like a mediaeval leper wearing his ‘unclean’ label.

Ushered in on the conveyor belt, Jackie and I were allowed into the torture chamber together, and pricked in quick succession. It was all very jolly.

It was now barely twenty minutes to the early sunset. Jackie drove us along the clifftop to Barton on Sea, where I disembarked and wandered about photographing the weak pastel salmon shades of the sea and skies. The wind was still, and the temperature mild, enough for me to be wearing an unbuttoned jacket.

Sea view 1

Sea view 2                                                                                                                                       These first two views tell the story of the gradually collapsing coastline. The recent falls in the foreground display the stones still to fall, and the terraces down to the coast, bearing plenty of greenery, show the different levels that have collapsed earlier. As always, clicking on these images will show more detail. The Isle of Wight is on the first horizon. The other looks across its eponymous bay towards Christchurch.

Sea and sky

Sea, sky and clifftop                                 The next two pictures have similar orientations.

Tree and sky

This tree has bent to stronger winds than those of today.

Sky over static caravans

Clouds, sea and clifftopThe concrete path on the land of the Hoburne Naish static caravan site in the foreground of this picture, comes to an abrupt end where it collapsed into the sea.

Walkers

Down below, a trio of walkers strode along the water’s edge.

After this, we drove on to Highcliffe with a bag of work for Highcliffe Watchmakers. Two items, being clocks, were ruled out immediately. The very obliging craftsman didn’t ‘do clocks’, but he knew man who did. His diagnosis on my Tissot watch was that the winder needed a tweak. This did the trick. He then replaced the strap, and inserted a new battery into Jackie’s watch. All he charged was the cost prices of the strap and the battery. Nothing for telling me there was nothing wrong with my watch.

We went on to Sainsbury’s outside Christchurch where we bought some baby clothes.

Our dinner this evening consisted of Jackie’s delicious lamb jalfrezi, onion bhajis, and naan. I drank Old Crafty Hen.

Published by derrickjknight

I am a septuagenarian enjoying rambling physically and photographing what I see, and rambling in my head as memories are triggered. I also ramble through a lifetime's photographs

34 thoughts on “Weak Salmon Skies

  1. Your mention of dinner always makes me want to eat the wrong things at breakfast: it’s only 6:20 a.m. here. My local watchmaker (actually he doesn’t ‘make’ them) charged me $15 for putting a battery into a digital clock.
    Love the clouds. Love the wind swept tree. Love the collapsing coastline. Love everything that makes humans seem small and insignificant; as they are.

  2. Morning, Derrick,
    I always find everything you write about to be so interesting. I am continually wondering if those donkeys and ponies are free to wander and how that works out. I had to go over to Hoburne Naish caravan’s site and see what was going on there. BLOWN AWAY by the high cost of new models using USA dollars but they do look smart. When I was a child, someone in our neighborhood had what we called an authentic gypsy wagon. He would hitch his horse up to the wagon and all the kids could ride if he was driving by. I thought of it when you used the word caravan. Anyway, the ponies, the coast, and the caravan park, made me remember those long ago summer days. I always enjoy your writing.
    Ginene

  3. Your photos have caused me to remember walking along the Dover cliffs and seeing the soft chalk crumbling beneath my feet, the danger signs placed at regular distances and knowing the cliffs were slowly crumbling away and falling into the Channel ……..I wondered aloud how much longer England might exist physically for and was answered with loud guffaws. 🙂

  4. And I was wondering if the recent falls have been worse, or more pronounced, than the continuing eroding of all coastlines and is there anything being done to push back the sea or does Neptune just stand helpless.

  5. You’ve just jogged my memory that I must seek out the flu vaccine as soon as I get to Venice next Tuesday. Your “Schengen” viruses are mighty potent!

    Like Ginene, I always find your posts very interesting, and beautifully illustrated as a bonus!

      1. I try not to, but when I get the shot – I DEFINITELY get the flu. Since I stopped the shots – no flu in about 9-10 years.
        (Hope I didn’t just jinx myself!!?!!)

  6. Our Oregon coast is doing the same and yet developers still want to build expensive weekend and summer homes on it. Seems foolish, especailly since e get landslides often in winter–a major earth quake is predicted. Denial is a powerful thing. Nice posts on your watches and watch repairs, too.

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