View from our new house

and this is the view from the garden fence!

We're very excited - can you tell? Not moving till March now, so need to get back to my knitting. 

Good thing I haven't packed it all yet, we had originally planned to move next week, to a different house. 

I'm SO GLAD we waited and this one popped up.

A night out for the camera

  

Most days we walk on the beach at low tide, we like scrambling amongst the rock pools. Friday, though, we  got the timings wrong and walked at high tide when it looks like this.

On Saturday, I couldn't find the camera. We looked in all the usual places, and the silly ones too (how many of you have found unlikely lost objects in the fridge?)

Eventually we realised it must have fallen from my pocket the evening before - after which it had rained virtually all night, not to mention the tide turning. Nonetheless we decided to retrace our steps - and found it!

Who'd have thought? I opened the very soggy case to find a fair bit of sand which must have been washed in by the waves, but to my surprise the camera turned on and showed me the photos on the card. A night drying out on paper towels, and it is pretty much back to normal - as shown by the photo above, taken Sunday morning from the clifftop path.

Hurray for living out in the sticks! 

the north wind doth blow...

Actually, I don't know which way the wind was blowing, but there was plenty of it on Wednesday at Broomhill Sands. Still no progress on moving home to the coast, so we're making do with lots of days out.


It wasn't exactly warm, but I stand by the Scandinavian proverb: There's no such thing as bad weather, only incorrect clothing.




These two guys were up and away in no time. From our perspective, it sometimes seemed as if the many surfers were bound to crash!


The kite surfers frequently lifted off the sea completely, but never when I was pointing the camera in their direction.


The gulls also seemed to be enjoying the wind, taking off effortlessly (as long as they were facing in the correct direction!) This one was picking up shellfish, flying up,dropping it down to the beach to crack open then retrieving his lunch.


I really liked the patterns the sea made in the sand as it retreated.


This next pattern would make a nice lacy knitted shawl!


Most of all - apart from enjoying watching all those surfers - we enjoyed feeling alone with nature.



A beach is for life, not just for summer!