Words and pictures from recent walks... many more on the blog. Also see Gallery 2. on the menu.
In scouring winds/ which drive the sleet inshore/ I am alive, alive!
Jann Wirtz, Oct 11.
Memories of Heddons Mouth Dec 8th 2011
The sound of river and rain merged as one sound
Looming hills
Sheets of Rain driving horizontally, billowing like curtains
Sudden Roar of wind like an express train
Then quiet again
Ferocious weather. Coming out of the shelter of the woodland to a wild turbulent sea.
Sea wind roar
propelled from the rear
panorama of sea and sand unfolding
Patterns of darkness and light
moving at speed
reveal rays of life and hope
Shifting sands
whipping snaking biting
Take us on the journey of the Burrows
Pauline Dyer
sep 11
ELEMENTS
Under pale indigo clouds
we walk
wind on our skin
rain against our hoods
sounds in our heads
soft light on muted colours
sky seeping into sea
All our histories
etched in sand (stones)
millions of years travelling
tossed through water
hurled against the beach
snatched back by the sea.
Insistent voices
quietly lapping the shore.
And the skylark rises
And sings
And sings
Paula Newbery - Jul.11
 Helen Robinson
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