Crutches On The Clifftop

This afternoon I joined Jackie, Becky, and Ian on a trip to the Beachcomber Café at Barton on Sea. The day was cold and bright. I spent a few minutes photographing the choppy, sunlit, waves; the deserted waterfront and its battered breakwaters; and a couple tending to a little dog, Before retreating to the warmthContinue reading “Crutches On The Clifftop”


This morning’s dominant bird calls at The Firs were of wood pigeons; those without a mate crying ‘uni-ted’, and those happily paired off ‘take two cows taffy, take two cows’. I worked on tidying the bed inside the concrete ring and digging over a bed outlined earlier in the year. The combination of gardening, myContinue reading “Prescience?”