While January, in the West Country, seems to drag its feet. February definitely skips along a little faster. There were a few photographs that didn’t make it into a January blog. Each of them was taken on a January day when the sunshine was bright. In contrast, so far, February is a little more murky. Today seems like a day to play catch up and give each of these images its own moment in the sun. They also only have tiny stories attached to them so there will be an element of randomness to this blog.
In no particular order. January always starts the Spring cleaning bug, long before Spring is anywhere close. Taking down the Christmas decorations is the trigger point. My copper preserving pan got a new location and a lot of polishing. Thank goodness for podcasts.
Christmas left overs would never normally feature in a blog but my Stilton and Parmesan pastries cooled down in a sunbeam.
Gourds on a window ledge in Totnes made a cosy corner on one of our out of town excursions.
The reason the West Country can be greige is because on the whole the climate is a little milder than the rest of the United Kingdom. Better than normal sunshine brings colder temperatures. Cold, cold dog walks drive us to find convivial spaces to warm up.
These last two pictures were taken at Marazion. The day was very bright, as you can see from this photo of seaweed.
It was also very cold and we were the only people out and about on the promenade. Or so we thought. I stopped to take this ghost image of a swimmer.
Out of nowhere two Northern European men approached us. Sunday morning Evangelists extremely focused on talking to the only people visible to them. With the practised certainty of their faith they smiled, asked questions and countered our answers with smiles and different opinions. We were all battling icy cold gusts of wind that took most of our words out to sea. 10 minutes passed and we had no idea what they were trying to convert us to and similarly they probably had no idea what they were trying to save us from.
I am fairly certain this was not one of their questions. Science not normally being a faith kind of thing.
The most important invention in your lifetime is…
My answer, had they chosen to ask it would have been the perfect hook-in.
I have no idea. Proselytizing gold!
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I love you interaction with the evangelists, like beings from two different planets trying to communicate. ps – those pastries look amazing
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The internet has been just like Pandora’s box, releasing all sorts of evils but also the capacity for hope (your Blog being a case in point). But for me the greatest invention is GPS., back in my day as a seafarer navigating a container ship from Australia to Japan, to pin point the ship’s location in the vastness of the Pacific Ocean, meant dusting off the sextant, and looking towards heaven, there were no satellites communicating with black boxes and revealing the position to three decimal places on an LCD display. All very convenient I suppose but it’s completely stripped all the magic from the old way of doing things. There was something wonderful about working out a position by using a piece of equipment which would not have seemed out of place in the Hands of James Cook and simply looking to the stars.
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Is there any magic left in the digital world? Will coastal pubs and bars of the future hang screens on the walls showing GPS displays in the way sextants and ships wheels are prized now as evidence of a longstanding seafaring/smuggling/piracy history?
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