Saturday, December 17, 2011
Gulls and fish at Littlehampton.
Saturday morning....a cold time of day it was.
Minus 1 - is not actually so very cold - but the wind seemed to be chilly.
We had layers of clothes to ward off the coldness - Bill had even donned a pair of long johns.
The boot sale at Ford was a big one - antiques buyers and sellers don't feel the cold once the adrenalin of business fills their being!
In fact I didn't buy very much.
But a large Denby vase, by Glyn Colledge, pleases me.
After our breakfast we thought we had planned to take a walk in Arundel.
But once we were by the river, it was far too enticing to walk out to the sea.
The gulls were very active - wheeling round and round as children through bread for them to catch.
I ventured down the steps to chat with the fisherman.
He was unloading cod, sea bass, whiting and a few dover soles.
The swans gathered - but they were not at all interested in fish bits - well not the nasty bits which were being discarded.
A young mother, with a camera, brought her children down the steps too.
Mother has become an enthusiastic photographer and has learned how much more you see of life with a camera .
Minus 1 - is not actually so very cold - but the wind seemed to be chilly.
We had layers of clothes to ward off the coldness - Bill had even donned a pair of long johns.
The boot sale at Ford was a big one - antiques buyers and sellers don't feel the cold once the adrenalin of business fills their being!
In fact I didn't buy very much.
But a large Denby vase, by Glyn Colledge, pleases me.
After our breakfast we thought we had planned to take a walk in Arundel.
But once we were by the river, it was far too enticing to walk out to the sea.
The gulls were very active - wheeling round and round as children through bread for them to catch.
The first two are Bill's pictures and the second two are mine.
We walked a little further to where the small fishing boats land their catch for the fish monger, who sells right by the river.
I ventured down the steps to chat with the fisherman.
He was unloading cod, sea bass, whiting and a few dover soles.
The swans gathered - but they were not at all interested in fish bits - well not the nasty bits which were being discarded.
Mother has become an enthusiastic photographer and has learned how much more you see of life with a camera .
I have in mind a project of photographing hands. So this is the first.
I liked the old paint work on the side of the boat.
Waiting for the fish monger to sort them out.
You can see, that despite the sunshine, we were dressed for cold weather.
Bill's picture of the large old anchor close to the beach.
I liked the effects of these reflections.
Just an orange board on a post on a boat.
And below a reflection of the whole boat.
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