The last of the summer days…it feels like it. Yet it is only mid February. Surely we have another month or so of glorious weather to go still? I hope so….But this image of my daughter made me feel like summer was ending soon….the longer sleeves, greyer sky, only keen surfers out in the water. My daughter still however, black footed and sandy handed from exploring the beach.
There is a bay, not far from here. If you like, you could say it is the site of an old dump. If you prefer, you could call it Glass Bay, known locally for its beach covered with sea glass, the beautiful result of bottles crushed and smoothed by rocks and ocean waves then covering the sand in a shiny and tiny glass and pebble mix underfoot.
There, I found this. Amongst the debris, junk, ruins and discarded waste of yesteryear that is now now falling down the cliff into the sea…it was too big and heavy for me to carry back up the steep rocky beach cliff, so I had to make do with admiring its design. There was something sentimental and romantic about its rusted and washed up presence on the beach…I just loved it.
PS… If you are reading this I will take it as a good sign that you can still find my blog…I have had to convert back to my word-press domain and address for this blog. I am building my website using my www.blackboxartstudio.com address for that forum……..Hopefully you will hang in there while I get everything connected, and running properly….please have patience with me.
I am having a very flower focused period at present. I am not sure why but I am finding inspiration in flowers everywhere I look. I spotted this unusual little blue number today in my first ever garden tour. Very odd to find a blue and pink flower and such a weird shape – sort of like it came from outer space.
Anyway, it was different, delicate and demanding of attention.
To the right of this path, if you were to glance to the right, is a large concrete pathway and beyond that is the blue, blue sea. But you don’t really notice these, as the large coastal trees and the winding leaf-strewn path through them distracts your attention away from the sea and into the forest of branches, greenery and birdsong. The path leading beyond where you can see, so you keep walking (or scootering!) to see what lies beyond the next corner…a mystery loved by young and old alike..
It was as if all the leaves on this plant had been sprinkled with loose diamonds….the green leaves were all shimmery and glistening with tiny diamonds it seemed. I looked again and realised it was tiny droplets of rain making the diamond bright sparkles on the leaves, in the morning sunshine.
It rained most of the weekend, but with a break in the weather on sunday afternoon, it was time for a walk along the coastal walkway and stretch the legs. The view never fails to make me feel inspired and refreshed.
It was time to get out. A long beach walk in the middle of winter seemed sensible. So that is what we did…we gathered up four kids who had spent all morning staring at various screens, two soccer balls, one camera and headed out into the brisk winter air for an afternoon at a beach not far from our home.
We had a great game of beach football, we walked and walked, had running races, jumped streams, collected shells, wrote our names in the sand, one even played in the water (even in July!). Two of us carried shoes, jackets, shirts and the collected shells. After hours on the beach, we were all a bit cold, a bit tired, but happy, laughing and sandy as we headed home.
I felt recharged and reconnected and really alive. The fog has started to clear and as it did, I saw the most beautiful view right there in front of me. A sign, I think.
There was a low, dense fog rolling into the valleys and a few chimneys on the hills in the distance, and nearby, curling out a trail of grey smoke. I imagine people stoked their fire places to warm up and dry out after three solid days of rain. Everything is drenched and it is cold, but it also looks so sparkly and clean after such a deluge. The storm clouds continued to gather on the horizon at dusk. All combined, it was a magical scene, for a fleeting moment before darkness.
at the Zoo at least…
a mud bath for two?
Or just a lazy Sunday snooze together!