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Post by Ann on Aug 24, 2004 14:56:33 GMT
I'm just coming to the end of a very busy visiting season, which is why I haven't been very high profile here recently. (My apologies to those of you to whom I owe emails - I will get around to it! Joan was here over the weekend, so in between me being glued to the Olympics on television, we made some excursions to local spots. Seaton Sluice is where my Dad's family lived for over 200 years, right up until the 1950s and is one of my favourite spots in the whole world. Although there's a beach there, the real attraction for me is the flat rocks which surround Rocky Island. The tide had started to come in when Joan and I were there. This is Joan, picking her way rather gingerly over the rocks. She's a keen photographer and had some very sophisticated equipment in those bags, so I don't blame her!  I loved the colours in this picture of one of the many rock pools.  In amongst the rocks, there are "cuts". The first 2 pics are the same cut. The first one's from on high, the second a closer view.   The next cut along.  And, just so it's not left out, here's a view of the lighthouse from Seaton Sluice.  |
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Post by SaffiandJasmin on Aug 24, 2004 20:41:58 GMT
Lovely! I am so jealous!
Lesley T xx
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Post by Lesley on Aug 24, 2004 23:39:06 GMT
ann, if i could get camera, kids, myself and time all together i could photograph the beach area around here it is so similar - but different colours in the rocks. less red. more black.
love looking at the tiny pools. usually some interesting life in there. the kids really enjoy our trips to the rocky beaches (rather than the sandy ones).
i just wish they wouldn't pick stuff up! or be so impressed with anything dead.
lesley
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Post by Edda on Aug 25, 2004 2:16:38 GMT
Great pictures!
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Post by Ann on Aug 25, 2004 10:48:33 GMT
Lesley, In the late 1920s/early 1930s, my Dad used to go and stay on Rocky Island with his grandfather and uncle for a week or two every summer. They had the smallest house you can imagine actually on the island itself. (In those days the island was full of houses.) My uncle, who was a cobbler, would shut up shop for the duration and spend all the time playing with my Dad. My Dad had special memories of the biggest rock pool on which they spent numerous hours sailing boats made out of lollipop sticks and spent matches. When he visited Seaton Sluice many years later, I think his first words were, "My pool is still there!" One of these days, I'm going to contact the council about paying for a bench seat on the small promenade which overlooks my Dad's pool.  |
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Post by Daisy on Aug 26, 2004 19:43:00 GMT
Ann, I am so envious of you living near such a beautiful coast. Being a 'sea' person myself I miss it dreadfully. Yes I love Hampshire and its rolling hills but I do miss the sea so keep on posting your beautiful pictures to refresh my memory.
Marion
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Post by Ann on Aug 26, 2004 23:51:27 GMT
Marion,
I lived in the London suburbs for many years and always dreamt of having a home near the sea. It takes about 10 minutes to walk from my house to Whitley Bay beach. I see the sea almost every time I'm out and I never get tired of it. The only downside is the sea frets we sometimes get. A mile inland there's bright sunshine and people lying on their sunbeds in their gardens, while those of us nearer the coast are shivering in a heavy damp mist!
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Post by Maria on Aug 27, 2004 20:55:08 GMT
Ann, the pictures are beautiful. I think that a bench by your dad's pool is a lovely idea.
Maria
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Post by Maria on Aug 27, 2004 20:56:08 GMT
Ann, the pictures are beautiful. I think that a bench by your dad's pool is a lovely idea.
Maria
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Post by Daisy on Sept 5, 2004 9:22:08 GMT
I just love walking along a beach or cliffs, when there's a really strong wind blowing. Mucks up the hairdo but does a wonderful job of blowing the cobwebs away.
I know what you mean about the sea frets, but surely the sun will burn them off by mid day?
Marion
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Post by Ann on Sept 5, 2004 11:24:17 GMT
I know what you mean about the sea frets, but surely the sun will burn them off by mid day? Marion I'm afraid it doesn't. In my working days, my office was about 6 miles inland. There were occasions when I'd be sitting looking at the glorious weather outside and imagining myself stretched out in the patio when I got home. Driving home, I'd get to within about a mile of the coast and there'd be a cold, damp grey wall up ahead! |
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Post by Edda on Sept 5, 2004 15:07:51 GMT
Beautiful!
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Post by gill on Apr 7, 2005 17:13:19 GMT
Driving home, I'd get to within about a mile of the coast and there'd be a cold, damp grey wall up ahead! And it would often last for DAYS on end too! We used to live in a flat just round the corner from Cullercoats Bay and I would often go to bed, or wake up, to the sound of the foghorn at Tynemouth! Perhaps I'm just weird  but I used to love the familiarity of it....and now that we are living up in the Cheviot Hills, about 13 miles inland, I DO miss hearing the foghorn! Hopefully not for long though....I'd love to be able to move back to the coast...seafret or not! LOL Often used to walk along those cliffs from St Mary's right along to Seaton Sluice with my dog, Lady, in my birdwatching days. Nothing to beat being out there in the middle of winter when it's blowing a gale and you are wrapped up well...certainly does blow away any cobwebs!  Gill  |
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Post by Ann on Apr 7, 2005 22:44:13 GMT
Perhaps I'm just weird but I used to love the familiarity of it....and now that we are living up in the Cheviot Hills, about 13 miles inland, I DO miss hearing the foghorn! Gill No, not weird at all Gill. When it's quiet, you can just hear the foghorn from my house and I know exactly what you mean. I couldn't imagine living away from the sea now. |
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but I used to love the familiarity of it....and now that we are living up in the Cheviot Hills, about 13 miles inland, I DO miss hearing the foghorn! 