This is all that is left of the West Pier in Brighton. I used to pass it every day on my way to work in Brighton. The pier closed in 1975 and has been ravaged by storms ever since. For me it has always been a ghost pier. Something to focus on when looking out to sea thinking deep or not so deep thoughts. It is some years since I have visited Brighton. It was definitely a destination booked in for this summers great staycation but a complication arose with the dates and we weren’t able to go. Getting a “fix’ of Brighton every few years is an essential piece of ‘touching base’. Fondly known as London-by-the-sea it is a larger than life sea side resort.
One of our ‘Bobbers’ group ran a half marathon there this weekend and captured this lovely image.
Hunting in my phones image file I’ve only found one other blogworthy picture. Hugo, posing very regally at the Prince Regents Pleasure Dome, The Royal Pavillion.
Any future visits to Brighton will almost certainly involve swimming in the sea, no matter what time of year we schedule a trip and definitely more photography!
This is going to be a funny blog, for a start autumn seems to be imposing itself on us. Yesterday we had beautiful sunlight and a beautiful Begonia.
This morning we had the bright sunshine but the air was certainly crisper. Autumn shouted loud from a farmhouse wall.
Pretty soon after rain started to fall and that set the tone of the day. Staycation or not some chores needed doing so that was the plan for a couple of hours. Chores and then an adventure. As it turned out we got the adventure but not one of our planning . South East Cornwall is divided from Devon by the Tamar Bridge or the Torpoint Ferry. Further north there are many, mostly mediaeval bridges that cross the Tamar as it gets narrower. A quick pop into Plymouth became a day out. The twenty minute journey home extended to well over four hours when a road accident closed the Tamar Bridge which in turn overwhelmed the Torpoint Ferry which left us with the Mediaeval option at Gunnislake. Mediaeval bridges need a little respect so progress was not swift. That’s exactly why this is a very small blog, no time for an adventure after the unplanned one.
One tiny post script.
Finally the Canadian Soap first mentioned really early in Pandemic Ponderings became a tissue thin sliver of soap this week and today slipped without ceremony down the sink. Another Canadian soap has stepped up to take its place in the bathroom sink. It happens to be the colour of Autumn so I think we have conceded. Autumn 2020 you’ve arrived.
Regular readers will have no problem with the order of this blog and the previous one. But if a reader is playing catch up and reading them in order as they appear the newest is always first. For clarity we are walking down Totnes High Street towards the river. From Fifty5a and the gorgeous assemblage from Lucie Swain in their shop window.
We love a bit of street Palimpsest , Totnes gives good Palimpsest. This assemblage of stickers and graffiti is not of the finest quality but it did grab my attention long enough to attract my attention to the piece that inspired yesterday’s search for Alice Oswald.
Slightly awkward as I’ve published this early in error. It’s not even finished yet! Carrying on down the hill we popped over to the public loos and found this little chap.
Googling ” is this a Banksy?” takes us down another rabbit hole, although, of course, rat run would be more appropriate. My mind is caught up in a trail featuring a Michael Shuman who , perhaps, created this graffiti and claims to have had his identity stolen by Banksy who is of course anonymous. Is it even possible to steal an identity if you are anonymous. The rudimental dickpic above the rat is unsigned. Let’s just leave the whole conversation there.
Things did actually go downhill from here both geographically and in real life. A large hairy lurcher dog flew out of a boutique and attempted to intimidate Lola with both teeth and size. He was 100% successful, she has pulled a shoulder muscle during the scuffle and is demanding cuddles with added diligence to gentle strokes.
Totnes turned out to be quite the adventure. Two last pictures a lovely calm Presbytery with just one perfect autumn leaf to give a flash of orange to an otherwise Lilac view.
Finally some chains , from Totnes, to show that in these blogs there is always a link. Apologies for scatterbrained blogging. Normal service will resume very soon.
Our Staycation took us to Totnes overnight. I worked in Totnes over twenty years ago, at the time it was known for being a town sympathetic to New Age and Alternative Lifestyles. Pandemic Pondering #232 Going up the hill at Totnes.
Twenty years later Totnes has the same vibe but wears it a little less obviously, the town seems smarter. Pondering in Totnes took me down quite a rabbit hole. A particularly lovely piece of Palimpsest caught my eye.
The name Alice Oswald can be seen through the layers of stickers and paint. Googling Alice Oswald I discovered she is a Poet of note and is the first female Oxford Professor of Poetry and also a winner of the T.S Elliot Poetry Prize . Something I only know exists because my favourite poet Roger Robinson won it this year.
As luck would have it I had taken a picture of the River Dart half an hour before I found the Palimpsest that started this ponder. Lucky because Alice is known for her work ‘Dart’.
I’ve shared the Guardian review of the poem/ book because it is all very unknown to me currently. I’ve ordered a copy of the book from the library. Let’s get on with the rest of Totnes.
A little smile and a nod to a favourite British sitcom Only Fools and Horses as we arrived in town.
We were camping overnight at Steamer Quay which is a really quick walk into town or onto several beautiful Riverside walks. As usual @theoldmortuary our day started with a coffee. On a day when new restrictions were set to be announced the message was loud and clear at the café.
The Curator cafe set us up perfectly for the steep incline that is Totnes High Street. The high street is full of independents , we had a fabulous browse in regular retailers and charity shops . Earmarking purchases for when we were on the descent. Arrival at the top was rewarded with a visit to.
Another coffee shopwith great coffee and outdoor seating overlooking one of my favourite Vintage shops.
We were in Totnes so obviously bumping into a stranger involved a conversation about Dry Needling , fascinating, not for me, but apparently it works.