The rumble of RAF fighters rolls across the estuary from the air base. This level of activity is a sign that the Russians must be creating some form of mischief out towards Norway. Two large oil supply ships are moored in the bay. They're close enough for us to be able to see the crew scurrying around on deck. From the wind and scudding clouds I'd assume that they're sheltering from 'challenging' conditions out on the deep waters.
The rangers busy at work on the beach. Rain or shine the rangers are always at work on the beach.
Dogs and dog walkers navigate a tractor busily scooping up sand and piling it on the foredunes. The fences knocked down in last weeks storms have been put up again. Thankfully, no more dead porpoise.
On the beach below the castle a group of students. The alpha males amongst them go for an impromptu swim in the sea water pool. A group of a dozen or so young ladies look on. They seem unimpressed. There is much bravado driven hollering. What seemed like a good idea is considered less so when the alpha males emerge from the water and face the North Sea wind. They are then left with the post swim logistics of changing out of wet boxer shorts and into their dry clothes on a windswept beach. If only they had brought towels.
Wild primroses appearing on the cliff tops. Now that's a sure sign Spring is here... or at least on the way.
Two horses standing by the fountain in the middle of town. One rider goes into Costa Coffee for a couple of lattes while the other stands outside and talks to her charges. The horses seem to be enjoying themselves.
So starts one of those quiet days when nothing much happens apart from people getting on with the routine of their lives.
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Hari Om
I love that yours is still a town where horses can feel at home! YAM xx
I could not eat Pete.
Still laughing at "If only they had brought towels".
Cheers, Gail.
I remember the bravado of youth, eventually it is replaced by wisdom, in 40 or 50 years.
Silly youth trying to impress the girls...all part of the learning curve me thinks. I would not eat lovely Pete nor purchase an expensive tiny dishwasher.
Pete is very pretty, but I'm not sure I could eat him. I am at the moment somewhat flummoxed by French Easter chocolates. At Grand Frais, I found Easter cows, Easter chickens, Easter bells (?) and even Easter fish, but no very nice-looking Easter bunnies. My kids are traditionalists, so I think I need to keep looking.
The primroses are a fine welcome to the first day of spring.
The "sea pool" is part of it man made or is it all natural?
The mini dishwasher is charming. I have a feeling, however, it wouldn't be worth the counter space it takes up just to wash 5 dishes.
Wild primroses! I’d not buy Pete. One reason is that for his price, I could buy cookies for me AND treats for the poodle.
To Lisa in France - David Sedaris has a fun story of his early efforts to learn French after moving to Paris that includes a description of the French Easter bell you may enjoy
Fine looking horses. I knew someone who went shopping on horseback in Ulster, leaving her horse at a parking meter.
On Maundy Thursday, the last Thursday before Easter, church bells are silenced to mourn the death of Christ, and remain silent until Easter Sunday. Legend dictates that the bells fly to Rome and are blessed by the Pepe!
They then begin their journey back to French churches, picking up Easter eggs on route and scattering them in the gardens of French homes. The bells ring again on Easter Sunday to announce the Resurrection of Christ, and “return”.
Paphos museum - What a lovely insight. I wish we'd known about that when we lived in The Rickety Old Farmhouse.
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