Category: August 2015

Pears, picking litter and pony traps

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11 August 2015

Saturday was the day of the annual Big Beach Clean Up on Weston Shore. Of course, I was working so, much as I’d have liked to, I couldn’t be there. The Friends of Weston Shore do a fantastic job organising these events and keeping the shore clean although I always think it’s a shame they have to. If everyone took their rubbish home there’d be no need and these dedicated folks could spend their time enjoying the beach. Unfortunately, people just discarding litter wherever they like, even right next to a bin, seems to be a sign of the times. Continue reading Pears, picking litter and pony traps

Dog days of summer

5 to 8 August 2015

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It was already sticky and uncomfortable when I left for my Wednesday walk to work and, after two short weeks, I was feeling quite sulky and cross at the prospect of four ten hour days ahead.  The sky was a mass of puffy fish scale clouds that seemed one step away from mammatus clouds, those rare upside down   bobbles of cloud hanging downwards where most coulds puff upwards. As I walked I eyed them, hoping they’d change but they didn’t. Continue reading Dog days of summer

Hazy days

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1 to 4 August 2015

August came in in a humid haze. The sticky heat was stifling and the light had a strange misty quality about it. Even at six in the morning it was hard to walk. The tide was out as I made my way to work, the little boats all sitting forlorn on the mud waiting for the still, blue river to lift them. The jolly houseboat, with its sweet deck garden was silent, curtains pulled and the boatyard doors were closed. It felt as if the whole world was asleep except for me. Saturday’s are like that. The rest of the week there’s a hustle and bustle about mornings, a few people on the way to work, cars on the road, dog walkers, cyclists, runners.  Continue reading Hazy days