Sunday, May 23, 2010
More sunshine today; sun and mist in Hastings on Wednedsay.
This has been the 5th day of glorious sunshine.
We have been busy outdoors for very much of the time during those days.
Today my arms protested and said "Enough!".
I have never been one to suffer much in the way of sun burn. I was once a dark and dusky maid, I guess. Now I am an aging woman with aging skin!
I have brown spots and white spots on my hands and arms - too much pigment in some places and none in others.
I think it is the white spots which feel burnt.
I am fortunate, though, that it will settle down quite quickly - and less fortunate, I feel, that the we will soon be experiencing much cooler weather.
This morning we opted to be a little bit lazy - we decided to go to the boot sale at Sayers Common, which doesn't get going until 9 0'clock.
Bill bought lots of model cars and planes and I bought a number of interesting things.
My prize is sitting on the work unit in the kitchen - not because I haven't got round to dealing with it, but because I want to own it for a while.
Not for me the exquisite beauty of fine antiques.... I am loving looking at an old wooden crate. It is a crate for Merrydown Cider, made and sold at Horam in Sussex.
I am also pleased with an item of clothing - not needed today.
It is a brand new (with tags) cardigan from M&S in cashmere and cotton, creamy white in colour.
Have I ever owned cashmere before?
This afternoon we relaxed as we worked to get things written up.
I watched golf on TV.
I have never played golf, apart from crazy golf and on the pitch and putt course in Goffs Park, but it is so gentle and I find the commentary soothing.
Peter Alliss is a gem of a commentator, wordy, witty, quirky and often comments on all manner of unrelated things, whilst being very informative about golf.
And now I take you back to Hastings.
We had parked in the fishing quarter of the town, famed for the tall black timbered fishing huts.
The sun shone down from a blue sky and we explored the boats and huts close to the fishing museum.
This was the view of the East Cliff railway.
A similar view a very short while later - the West Cliff, with the castle ruins at the top, had disappeared!
The mist swirled out to sea.
It was quite chilly - but jumpers had been left in the car.
I love this wood carving of a despondent fisherman.
A tapestry of The Lusitania, sunk in WWI.
Chapel windows from the deck of a fishing boat.
He told Bill it was a hard life!
An albatross. That is some head and beak!
We have been busy outdoors for very much of the time during those days.
Today my arms protested and said "Enough!".
I have never been one to suffer much in the way of sun burn. I was once a dark and dusky maid, I guess. Now I am an aging woman with aging skin!
I have brown spots and white spots on my hands and arms - too much pigment in some places and none in others.
I think it is the white spots which feel burnt.
I am fortunate, though, that it will settle down quite quickly - and less fortunate, I feel, that the we will soon be experiencing much cooler weather.
This morning we opted to be a little bit lazy - we decided to go to the boot sale at Sayers Common, which doesn't get going until 9 0'clock.
Bill bought lots of model cars and planes and I bought a number of interesting things.
My prize is sitting on the work unit in the kitchen - not because I haven't got round to dealing with it, but because I want to own it for a while.
Not for me the exquisite beauty of fine antiques.... I am loving looking at an old wooden crate. It is a crate for Merrydown Cider, made and sold at Horam in Sussex.
I am also pleased with an item of clothing - not needed today.
It is a brand new (with tags) cardigan from M&S in cashmere and cotton, creamy white in colour.
Have I ever owned cashmere before?
This afternoon we relaxed as we worked to get things written up.
I watched golf on TV.
I have never played golf, apart from crazy golf and on the pitch and putt course in Goffs Park, but it is so gentle and I find the commentary soothing.
Peter Alliss is a gem of a commentator, wordy, witty, quirky and often comments on all manner of unrelated things, whilst being very informative about golf.
And now I take you back to Hastings.
We had parked in the fishing quarter of the town, famed for the tall black timbered fishing huts.
The sun shone down from a blue sky and we explored the boats and huts close to the fishing museum.
After our lunch, we thought we would go up the recently restored East Cliff railway. But first we ambled amongst the fishing boats.
The fishing beach is very cluttered and untidy, but fascinating.
At one moment we looked westward and saw a thick mist rolling along the cliffs. It seemed to be blown like smoke billowing from a chimney, fast and furious.
This was the view of the East Cliff railway.
We could hardly see the top - so there was hardly any point going up, for we wouldn't be able to enjoy a view.
This was the view looking westward.
A similar view a very short while later - the West Cliff, with the castle ruins at the top, had disappeared!
The mist swirled out to sea.
It was quite chilly - but jumpers had been left in the car.
We decided to visit the fishing museum in a disused chapel.
It was well laid out and most enjoyable.
I was interested in the history of course, but the camera was interested in other peoples' creativity.
I was interested in the history of course, but the camera was interested in other peoples' creativity.
I love this wood carving of a despondent fisherman.
A tapestry of The Lusitania, sunk in WWI.
Chapel windows from the deck of a fishing boat.
He told Bill it was a hard life!
An albatross. That is some head and beak!
It was still cold and misty when we came out, so we decided to make our way to our home for the next two nights - about 8 miles from Hastings.
Once we were just a little inland there was blue sky and sunshine once again.
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