Down To The Sea

Yesterday evening I watched a recording of the Six Nations rugby match between England and Scotland; this morning one of the match between Ireland and Wales. After lunch I posted https://derrickjknight.com/2022/02/06/a-knights-tale-99-1987-part-two/ Elizabeth e-mailed a selection of her photographs from yesterday. Two ponies; the cattle by the stream; and me. Heavy winds having howled throughout theContinue reading “Down To The Sea”

Battling To Bring Them Down

Fierce winds, having raged overnight, continued for a good part of the day, sending us to Milford on Sea’s coastline, to photograph the ocean with its spraying, creamy, waves pounding the breakwaters and the sea wall. Jackie watched the play of my writhing jacket. A formation of distant kite surfers took us off to KeyhavenContinue reading “Battling To Bring Them Down”

“Tomorrow Will Be A Good Day”

Knowing that we are about to experience strong gales for three days I lay down the garden chairs and the new water feature as a precaution this morning, and this afternoon we visited the coast at Milford on Sea to make calmer photographs than we would anticipate for a while. Although from a distance theContinue reading ““Tomorrow Will Be A Good Day””

Late Afternoon

The 106 m.p.h. wind that ripped through The Needles overnight howled around our house and garden. Numerous plant pots were blown down; tables and the new pig hit the deck; owls were knocked off their perches; broken branches and scattered trugs tossed around; an arch bent and a rose dislodged. I had the sun inContinue reading “Late Afternoon”

Waterditch Road

I wasted the best part of a rainy afternoon wrestling with my scanner because I had planned to start a new series of slides and negatives, but it is so long since I worked on any of those that I managed to mess up the settings and couldn’t sort them out. I even downloaded aContinue reading “Waterditch Road”

Windswept

Rain battered our windows and a fierce wind, courtesy of storm Francis, howled and whistled throughout the night. We drove into Milford on Sea for a 9.30 a.m. appointment for the last of my earwax extraction, and afterwards Jackie parked in an empty coastal carpark while I battled with the warm gusts, trying to ignoreContinue reading “Windswept”

Sea Foam

I spent much of the afternoon of this humid-damp day finishing reading The author is one of New Zealand’s finest. ‘Katherine Mansfield (1888–1923) is one of the most highly regarded short story writers of the 20th century. A contemporary of James Joyce, Virginia Woolf and D H Lawrence, she played her part in shaping modernism by experimenting withContinue reading “Sea Foam”

Scenes Of Devastation

We were promised further heavy winds today. They were postponed until tonight, which may explain why we saw no free roaming animals on our trip to the forest. On our way to the Milford pharmacy we stopped to watch the waves surging with spray and crashing on rocks as they practised for the races theyContinue reading “Scenes Of Devastation”

Surfing For Fish

Jackie has a row of shells lined up on a low stone wall. This morning as she stepped into the garden to photograph a pot of pansies underneath which are planted tulips she noticed that these shells have been tossed all over the place. This set her thinking that either the wind had wreaked havoc orContinue reading “Surfing For Fish”