Buried ‘neath the sands,
He died saving his best friend.
Dobby – a free elf.
There are a lot of places in the UK where you can visit locations used in the Harry Potter films, and this one is the site of Dobby’s grave. Visitors come and add socks, or painted rocks, to the pile. When we visited it was a wet and windy morning, which made it even more atmospheric. Such a beautiful place….
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?
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.
Crashing the party!
There always has to be one
makes the big entrance
Not only landscapes and seascapes, sometimes the big lens comes out. There were thousands of birds on this sea stack near the Green Bridge of Wales, and I just had to wait and track an incoming late comer. They didn’t even bring a bottle.
Ribs pointing skywards
Her name was Helvetia.
Now just memories
A bit of a history haiku today. The wreck of the Helvetia lies on Rhosilli beach on the Gower peninsula. In the background can be seen Worms Head
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