Monthly Archives: December 2017
Two days ago we woke to discover that the landscape had been transformed overnight. Fields, trees and buildings were covered with a blanket of snow – the first of the winter – creating a hushed, fairyland scene.
The photographs were taken looking out through the kitchen window.
The snow on the patio furniture provides an indication of the depth of the snowfall.
The beach at Brancaster has many ‘moods’. At low tide all appears calm and peaceful but the speed with which the rising tide approaches can be extremely dangerous, leaving happy paddlers cut off from safety. In stormy weather the boisterous and sometimes violent North Sea attacks the vulnerable stretches of the coast and there is a constant battle between land v sea.
Beach in October
Where land and level acres of sea merge
seamlessly, waves hypnotically lapping,
endlessly oozing over ridged flats
scattered with brittle quills,bleached shard,
skeleton shells, oceanic detritus.
Drifting awareness of keening gulls,salt on the tongue.
As life blurs into the vast movement
of an ever widening scene, this brief,
vital moment in time imprints
deeply into the palimpsest of the mind.