There is a stretch of shingle on the Dorset Coast called Chesil Beach where you can tell what part of the coast you're on by the size of the pebbles under your feet. The sizes are graded, from pea-size in the west, to hen's egg-size at the Portland end. Just carry a compass and a ruler or, for the more nerdy among you, a micrometer.None of this is particularly relevant to today's image as these are Devonian pebbles which, while shaped by the same sea, no doubt twitter, scrunch and rumble with a different accent to that of their Dorset cousins. It's just that I knew that bit about Chesil Beach and I like showing off.
The gorgeously red life-belt stands next to a tidal channel that doubtless rewards the foolhardy with a good tug at the legs and a quick trip to the deep. It's a great spot, flanked by low red sandstone cliffs, wind-blown pines and scoured by restless currents. Just right for an afternoon with a good book.
5 comments:
This is a use of the term 'beach' that I am unfamiliar with. Is not sand an essential part of the package? This stone rubble is an 'ant's view' of the real thing.
I trust you've already uploaded these images to iStock?
That's gorgeous!
Seems like such a different world than the seascape here.
I am convinced that the harshness brings a more developed and further reaching sort of beauty.
But, still, it's hard to find anything more pleasurable than blue claw crabs and sea kelp in water the temperature of a summer bath.
JCN - you have a warped antipodean view of a beach - it can consist of either soft nanny's boy sand or hard foot shredding pebbles that make a man of you, like the one shown.
Peter - yes
Lee - we're allowed one day a year excused scarf and overcoat; this was it.
Thanks, Hannelie - it's a lovely place
Josephine - Not being a swimmer, I don't venture into the sea above knee-depth but that is pleasant enough.
It is difficult sometimes to reconcile what you see in nature with what you experience in life. Obviously it wasn't supposed to be easy.
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