Stacked up and ready,
Lobster pots eager for work.
Awaiting the boat.
The north-east coast of England is a treasure trove of harbours, islands, and castles. Seahouses is the gateway to the Farne Islands, famous for Grace Darling and puffins. The harbour is still a working port with its own charms.
Clean air and warm sun,
A walk along the tide line.
Picnic chair for one.
A slight application of background blur to this image of a family walking the beach at Filey, North Yorkshire. Only the one chair, but I am guessing that she who carries it sits on it.
When the day is done,
And the tide has receded,
Fishing boats can rest.
Dragged up on the shingle beach at Beer, in Devon. Apparently compositions work best with threes, or at least odd numbers. There were four. What could I do? Break the rules of course.
Rising out of the mist,
Built to defend the shoreline.
Slowing longshore drift.
Long exposures are not everyone’s cup of tea, but I like them with the right subject. This was another from my day at Spurn Point. The crashing waves would, in my opinion, have looked really messy and didtracting with a fast shutter. This misty effect is much more pleasing.
The old and the new,
Awaiting the call to sea
For those in peril.
The lifeboat stations at St Justinian, with Ramsey Island in the background. The one on the left is the active one, built to cope with the new larger lifeboat. There are, in fact, three lifeboat stations, the oldest being a boathouse rather than a station with a launch ramp. I believe, but not 100%, that the original boathouse is that grey roof at the bottom right of the photo.
The lifeguard watches,
Ensuring the surf is safe.
If anyone turns up.
The Pembrokeshire coast in Wales has some superb sandy beaches. Some of them, like this one, being the first to receive the Atlantic swells, provide excellent surfing. This may or may not be a selective viewpoint, and there may or may not be a few surfers out to the right and out of shot. you will never know. Why risk spoiling the Haiku with facts?
Enys Vordardh rise
(The Brisons to you and me.)
Protecting the coast
The Brisons is a twin peaked islet off the coast of Cape Cornwall, in the far west of England. The name translates to Breaker Island, presumably because it acts to break up the incoming waves that attack the Cape. I realise that long exposures do not appeal to everyone, but in this case the choppy waves added nothing to the image but a messy distraction. I also like the slightly ethereal effect on the waves breaking the shoreline.
Rant 2: Following the advice I was given, I have changed the site language to UK English. Yet still they try and correct realise to realize. Absolute muppets. To add insult to injury, WordPress calls the American version just English!! As if that is the original, and ours is the dumbed down variant. Not happy at all.
Pastel hued boxes
Overlooking golden sands.
Tenby in the spring.
Tenby is one of the prettiest seaside towns in South Wales, renowned for the pastel colours of the houses and safe beaches. If you are planning on staying, accommodation with parking is fairly scarce, and you will probably end up having to use a pay and display car park.
Standing on a plank
Racing the tide to the shore.
Adrenaline rush.
I have never surfed, and not likely to. However, the exhilaration of riding a wave with the spray in your face looks fairly obvious.
I’ve got the hang of…
No, I’ve fallen off again!
Surfing is tricky.
Spent a pleasant half hour watching the surfers (and swimmers) at Whitesands in Wales. Grabbed some action shots, but unfortunately most of them show the faces, which is probably not allowed.
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