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Lymington Yacht Haven

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When I walked around the Keyhaven – Lymington Nature Reserve recently I finished up at the boat yard I now know is the Lymington Yacht Haven. Today I chose to begin at the Haven and wander around it.

Pinckney Path and walkers

Jackie therefore drove me to Pinckney Path from which I had returned to Normandy Lane.

Pinckney Path sign

The woman walking towards me pointed to this sign giving the history of the route

Yachts through trees

through to the boats.

Boat props and walker

A walker, presumably having emerged from the bird sanctuary, passed me as I stooped to photograph supports of a boat.

Walkers and ferry boat

Other ramblers could be seen on the far side of the reserve, with the ferry boat making for the Isle of Wight beyond.

Boat supports 1
Boat props 2
Boat props 3
Hulls and props 1
Boat supports 4

I suppose this was really a dry dock area, with boats being supported by wooden struts and other devices,

Container drums

such as these container drums.

Hull 2
Yachts 2
Yachts 1

A variety of hulls were prepared for work.

Reflection on car window

Reflections were seen on car windows

Reflections on hull

and on the hulls of the cleaner boats.

Man climbing from hull

There was little work being undertaken, but this gentleman climbed down from ‘Plymouth’.

Reflected yacht
Yachts and reflections 2
Yachts and reflections 1
Boat reflections wide view 1
Boat reflections full length
Boat and masts
Boat and reflection
Reflections in Marina

Walking through the boat yard led to the marina where boats and their reflections shimmered in the late afternoon sunlight.

This evening we dined on further helpings of the roast duck and savoury rice, supplemented by spring rolls. I drank more of the cabernet sauvignon.

 

Scooters

Walker on clifftopOn another warm and sunny morning, I began by walking the coast road route to Hordle cliff top where sun glinted on the memorial benches, and walkers were silhouetted against the sea and sky. I descended the steps to the shingle, and returned home via Shorefield.
BarriersScooterUnknownOn the right hand side of the road I noticed another set of barriers to ramblers. These were  a five barred gate, a padlocked pedestrian one, and a stile warning of an electrified fence. Clearly private land, I wondered why the stile was there. Had it once been the entrance to a public footpath?
Further along, a blue scooter had been abandoned on the grass verge reminded me of Imogen’s story. She was very proud of her pink micro scooter that had been given to her last Christmas. One day recently on an outing with a friend, confusion had arisen about who was pushing it home. The result was that it was left behind. Louisa posted an alert on Facebook, but this was not needed because, a day or so later, she discovered it had been handed in at the park, from where it was retrieved by my granddaughter. This brought great relief, not least because of the expense of replacing it.
Beetles in dandelion clock
On the way down to the beach, pausing to pass the time of day with beetles exploring the mechanism of a dandelion clock, I noticed a young man crouching at the bottom of the steps intent on photographing something on the pebbles.ScootersPhil
This was Phil, a very engaging personality who had focussed on a pair of pink two wheeled chariots apparently left there by a family group seated at the water’s edge. We had a pleasant conversation about scooters, cameras, and lenses.
On my return, I joined Jackie who had already begun the continued clearance of the back drive. From now on we will be saving the brushwood for a bonfire when Jessica and Imogen bring their parents down in November.
Buried in the undergrowth by our five-barred gate Jackie discovered the remains of two little boys – sculptures, that is. Boy sculptureOne was largely intact, but with a severed head, so she laid him to rest, with a smooth stone for a pillow. The other is in rather more pieces.
So far we have found five iron stakes with ring tops protruding from the gravelled earth. Apart from constantly tripping us up, they seem to serve no useful purpose. Maybe they were once used to tether elephants. Jackie spent most of the morning trying to dig one up. Somewhere deep down there is a further fixture preventing us from pulling them out.Iron ring stakeDerrick sawing iron stake Three, with aid of an axe head, I have managed to bury out of harm’s way. The other two required the hacksaw treatment.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s delicious chicken jalfrezi (recipe) and pilau rice. Jackie drank Hoegaarden and I finished the rioja opened the day before yesterday.