Like huge wind chimes, the rigging on these boats rings and jangles in the slightest breeze. Today was blustery, almost wild for the time of year. So much so that, seconds after this recording, the section of fencing where I had been standing blew over with a crash that stopped everything momentarily – except the chimes.
See the ‘city’ on the horizon?
colours, colours, colours
Bright, undecided sky, and the West pier, still clinging to life.
From the recycler: If the phrase ‘It’s grim up North’ resonates with you, think what it might have been like 40+ years ago without colour TV, a motorway, mobile phone, and internet communication to bring other ways of life to us.‘A Tale of Two Sixties’ Zouch Magazine & Miscellany, October 2011.