There is but little need to spend time with foolish diversions for time flies away so swiftly by itself and when once gone, is never to be recalled.
William Penn. 1616 1778
Blue glove
At the beach ‘again’!
On a recent beach walk I came across these patterns in the sand. I’m not sure what the black sand is, possibly oil coated sand?
P.S. Met a man on a different beach picking up “sea coal” for his fire. It turns out that the black grains are possibly coal.
We own the beaches
OK, Lincolnshire does not have the prettiest seaside towns but you can not deny that we probably have largest beaches.
I went for a beach walk the other day and found myself with about five square miles of beach all to myself. I could not see another living soul to the horizon. This at a time when Cornwall is sinking under the weight of staycationers.
It was the hottest day of summer so, I went skinny-dipping. Those who know me well will not be surprised at this. The sun was shining, the water was astonishingly Mediterranean and I had the beach to myself… or so I thought!
There I was paddling away when a head popped up beside me. It looked straight at me in a curious way, it was a seal and her two chums. There I was swimming naked with three seals. No pictures, sorry!
PS.
If you are wondering whether it was dangerous and a little foolhardy to do this, it probably wasn’t too bad. It’s out of the breeding season and the big males were most likely away on their own. If you find yourself in a similar situation never approach the seals. If they are curious let them come to you only if they want to and don’t be tempted to interact with them in any way. You should never swim solo (ooops!) in any open water and never if you are not a competent swimmer.
Here are some older pics from Donna Nook.
Anyone seen my tank?
I’m not sure what to say about this, ‘we will fight them on the beaches’?
Fantasy Island
The new site “Fantasy Island” is up and running at
https://chrisgoddard.photo
Fantasy Island is a spin-off project from Jerusalem and I will continue to post here also.
Are we there yet?
So, this is where I officially kickoff my new side-project about the Lincolnshire coast…
I have also added earlier images of the coast to a separate page. I’ll be creating a separate blog site for this project soon (it will work in Safari on the iPad as well). In the meantime, this is my first foray – Mablethorpe.
Welcome to Fantasy Island
I have never had a proper family holiday although, up to the age of about 10 we did go for days out to the seaside. My enduring memories of the seaside are the paraphernalia, smells and architecture. This is a 57 year old selfie, It’s been a while but I’m pretty sure this is the exact spot in Mablethorpe where my father took the original. The elephant was bright pink, of course!
A wide selection of inclusive and health conscious confections in the cock shop
Captain Jack’s crazy golf
An Englishman’s home is his bouncy castle
It’s a sundial!
Foreign shells sold on English beaches – not very brexit!
Hook’s Island crazy golf. There seems to be a huge amount of pirate themed crazy golf.
I’m guessing a lot of older folk traditionally retire to the seaside and they bring their dogs with them. Even the smallest towns have several mobility shops, pet clothing shops and charity shops.
The sun never sets on the Empire. I wonder where the first ever seaside holiday destination evolved?
Observation deck
The new observation centre at Gibraltar Point
Back to the Wash
Yesterday, after 30 years I returned to The Wash (see original pic’s here). The emerging issue of the day was global warming. Today, ‘one’ of the issues is plastic in the oceans. The amount of plastic present didn’t seem huge however, on consideration I was never more than 10 feet from a plastic bottle on a 5 mile walk and the wash is about 90 square miles of tidal flats, that adds up to a lot of plastic.
What it should look like
New project
Recently, I unsuccessfully applied for a St Hugh’s Arts award to document the Lincolnshire coast. Perhaps documenting the entire coast was a bit too wide ranging and difficult to a handle in a 100 word application or perhaps the application was rubbish.
So, I think I’m starting to form something a little more concise. Quite a lot of photographers have documented the seaside (Martin Parr, Tony Ray-Jones etc) but, they have mainly concentrated on people and sociological aspects. Rather than the voyeuristic (I know, all photographers are voyeurs) and class observations, I’m more fascinated by the architecture and visual paraphernalia. It’s always been the thing for me ever since I was kid in the 1960’s. There’s a kind of attractive dishonest beauty about it. I’m thinking this the could be the way forward, here’s a couple to start with…
