A Deserted Beach

I have been struggling against a heavy cold for three days. It was not until after lunch today that my coughing, spluttering, sneezing, and leaking nose had dried, and my dull head cleared adequately for me to accept the offered forest drive from Jackie. Yesterday I had declined.

It was therefore a shock to step out just after lunch into a gloomy day with a temperature just two degrees above freezing. Winter had crept up.

Although it is Sunday, there was very little sign of life.

The seasonal roadside pools, reflecting overhead branches, like these at East Boldre, are all now replenished; autumn leaves floating on their surfaces and scattered over the sward.

The narrow, winding, Tanners Lane with its ancient hedgerows exposing banked roots is, in warmer weather, popular enough for us to avoid the difficulty of finding a safe parking spot without slipping into a ditch.

The owners of this field have ensured, by blocking the entrance, that it will not be used as such.

This was therefore the perfect day for us to enjoy unhindered access to the beach with its views of the Isle of Wight.

A line of shore birds searched for food along the shallows of the tidal Lymington River.

This evening’s dinner consisted of Jackie’s spicy chilli con carne and rice, with which she drank Hoegaarden and I started another bottle of the Gran Selone before settling down to watch the World Cup football match between England and Senegal.


  1. Beautiful reflections here, Derrick – both real and intellectually. I am glad you had perked up enough to go for a drive. Sometimes simply getting out of one’s home can provide one with a lift of spirits. I do not envy your cold conditions.

  2. I hope you are completely well soon.
    Glad you got out for a drive to photograph today!
    I especially love seeing the birds lined up along the shore! An Avian Assembly! 😉 😀 They are truly showing us that “Birds of a feather flock together.” 😀

  3. I’m glad you’re feeling better and were feeling up for a drive. The banked roots look like good hiding places for small animals. I hope you feel even better tomorrow. Take it easy.

  4. I am glad that you are feeling better, Derrick, and I am glad that England won. They are going to have a tough time against France, though.
    A gloomy set of photos; not exactly winter, but a transition from autumn.

  5. I’m sorry you haven’t been feeling well, Derrick. The drive through the deserted forest is a big change from previous drives. My favorite photo is the second one because of the silvery color of the trees.

  6. I’m sorry you haven’t been well; I hope you continue to improve and to enjoy your drives out. I love the empty beach and the views of the Island. Also those wonderful reflections in the pools at East Boldre.

  7. I am sorry you have been ill, Derrick. It does look cold and bleak there. I agree, beaches in winter offer some peace and solitude. Winter days have their own special beauty.

  8. Winter has indeed arrived in your neck of the woods. Mind the colds. They’ve come back nastier than ever. Just caught one from my grandaughter. Lasted me a fortnight.
    Cheers Derrick.

      1. Ha. Why am I not surprised? After the pandemic, the little kids seem to bring home one cold a week. (And to us too…) How old is your great-granddaughter?

  9. I was curious when winter officially started in the UK, apparently December 1st. So as I’m in the opposite hemisphere, I checked when summer starts here, apparently not until December 22nd, so it’s still spring here…been a very wet and windy spring!

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