New Theme

I,m trying a change of direction with my theme, bear with me while I try out different ones.

The View towards Puy Ferrand from the Chaudefour Valley

The View towards Puy Ferrand from the Chaudefour Valley

Today, a rewrite of the notes I posted in my Flame Trees post.

I have a provisional title now of Old Bones Let me know what you think of the changes.

Old Bones

In the distance the mountain rises,
I can see the mass, white sided
draped in cloud.
A beast, a winter cat with
black eyes watching.
Old bones cold in the ground.
Rock only gives warmth
stolen from the sun, and here
the cloud lowers, a shuttering of eyes.
A landscape pressed down,
scraped hard against the sky,
a watching time-scale.

I thought the last section a bit cheesy so removed it all together, but now it may seem a bit impersonal, I’ll let it settle and see what I think. I liked the picture, the way the cloud hugs the hill. Always a fascinating sight I think, and since I haven’t been able to get out into the snow so far this year it makes me feel good to see old haunts. Here’s the original version of the poem, direct from the notebook.

Old bones cold in the ground
hard against the sky.
A landscape written against a slow step,
pressed down, washed over, grooved and cracked.
Forced and shaped by another time-scale,
to watch as we pass by so fast
you do not even weep at our passing,
our transience.

Notebooks

Today is the day I change notebooks. Its been my companion for two years, but like so many things I’ve outgrown it. The last page is full and I need to move on.

Notebooks

Notebooks

Whenever the change happens, it is like having a new lover in a way, you get to know the paper, the way the pages turn even how close you can cram writing into the corners. I’ve gone from small and pocket-sized to large and handmade. A present from Jane for Christmas. We picked it up in Venice. The problem with any new notebook is what to write first. The handmade paper the leather binding, the smell and the memory of where it has come from, all add up to pressure to perform, I’m sat staring at a blank page. Holding my pen and wondering where to start.

Handmade books

Handmade books

The bookshop off a small square in Venice was wonderful, and Jane sent me off while she found the book for me. All over the shelves are notebooks, pads, diaries and painting books.

I’ve got a collection now of notebooks filled by my wild ramblings, and I do when I’m struggling to find inspiration drift back through them to find something. I fill them with ideas and single lines that come up. Then use them or not to expand on. I write up notes on the laptop, then print them out. All rewrites are done on the new sheet, then copied on the laptop. and the process continues until I have something I like.

The problem of this book is carrying it about in all weathers, it’s a bit big, and I will worry about the weather. I have to find a way of protecting it because I do want to use it.

Some people now are using the new tablet PC’s, but I do like the randomness of paper and pen. Plus most PC’s that allow touchscreen writing aren’t left-handed or my handwriting friendly. So I stay away from them.

What do you think? Paper or Tablet, how do you work? Do you take a camera or pad everywhere you go?

C B Wentworth Has been destroying notebooks in the name of inspiration for months now. How do yours end up. How far back can you travel, and do you like what you started out writing? I look back and cringe at some of the things I’ve written, I can’t even bring myself to rework some they are so bad.

After the Tagging post I though I would go somewhere sensible this time with this post. Let me know what you do and how it works for you and I’ll let you know how the first page goes.

I’ve Been Tagged!

Morezennow has tagged me, I’m it. We play this game with our Grandkids, not running about but when arriving and leaving home, parting. Who-ever is it from arriving or the last time a tag was made tries to tag someone else as they leave. If you arrive and tag someone they are obviously it. Makes home time and arriving a bit nerve-racking as you will likely be jumped to be tagged.

So here I am – Tagged. For this one I need to answer 11 questions and set 11 more.

What would you do if I sang out of tune? Join in with a bababaa do wop.
Coffee or Tea? Coffee strong with milk, got to be good caffeinated stuff.
Soccer or Rugby? Rugby
Liberal, Conservative or Nunya Beeswax? Independent asker of questions
Love or hate Stanley Kubrick? Love, in a blokey sort of way
What is your favorite era, where and why? The age of exploration, Late 1800′s to early 1900′s
If stranded on a desert island who would you most like to be with? Ah, my beautiful wife of course.
If you have children do you sometimes hate them a little? (Yes , I loves my chilluns but…)? They have grown up now, however…
What is your favorite novel and why? ooh, I know this one? Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, or Lord of the Rings, The Reader, War Music.
Sonny or Cher? Neither
What is your preferred method of de-stressing? Walking in the wild.

Rules

1. You must post the rules.

2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.

3. Tag eleven people and link to them on your post.

4. Let them know you’ve tagged them!

Now its my turn,

My Taggees (?)

C B Wentworth
Pat Bean
1001 Scribbles
Paris at my Doorstep
Facehookin’
One Young Poet
Absolutely Living Life
Sarah Takes Pictures
Victoria Writes
urban Casita
The Long and the Sort of It

There is no great chain monster following this blog-post, if you don’t carry on, no problem, feel free to ignore questions you think are boring or daft. The world will continue to turn and I will still look to see what you are writing or photographing (Not necessarily a good thing!). Photographers, answer some questions with pics if you like, that would be interesting for me. So on to the questions.

1.Sea or Mountains?
2.Sky blue or Fire red?
3.The Film or The Book?
4.Summer or Winter?
5.Sounds, smells, pictures or touch?
6.Wild woods or Manicured park?
7.Do you know where North is without a compass?
8.Paper map or GPS?
9.Notebook or Laptop/Ipad/Tablet?
10.SLR OR Automatic?
11.Leap of Faith or Logical leap?

Now to tell everyone.

A walk on a Victorian Seafront, part 2

The second part of my stroll around Weston-super-Mare leads us up into Weston Woods, and Worlebury Hill.

The Hillside Path to Worlebury Hill.

The Hillside Path to Worlebury Hill.

Sand Bay from Worlebury Hill

Sand Bay from Worlebury Hill

As you saw in the previous post, part of the hill has the remains of an Iron Age fort and settlement. The hill dominates the area, with steep sides and access only easy from one side. Which made it perfect for purpose. It was in the early Victorian era that the woods were planted and managed as a resource which later fell into decline. The woods today are being managed again and used for many purposes alongside the wood itself. Youth work, training courses being two of the most popular.

Frost in the shadow of the hill.

Frost in the shadow of the hill.

Steps leading to the Fort

Steps leading to the Fort

Since the wood has been thinned there a spaces now where the sun will catch nature and light it up.

Tree detail

Tree detail

These mixed woods are crisscrossed by tracks trails and it is easy to wander for hours through the mix of Oak, Ash, Yew and pine trees. With the reinstatement of active management the wildlife and flora has also enjoyed a resurgence. It is a semi-wild haven for Small Deer, mammals, and birds. Although they are good at staying hidden in such a small and well used piece of countryside. The tracks they leave are often obliterated by us clumpy humans but you can find them if you look carefully.

Badger Track

Badger Track

Sunny Glade

Sunny Glade

My choice of path this time led me virtually straight up one side and back down the other, using the quarry path to return to company of man and houses. I am a believer in making people use common sense. It seems we are breeding it out these days. In my opinion if a sign tells you there is a cliff, and it is dangerous you should exercise care. If not and you fall off, well you should have taken more care. I don’t think we should put up massive fences “Just in Case” I’ll probably get some flack, but there you go. I don’t like wind farms either and think we should use more nuclear plants. I can probably upset some more people so I’ll leave it there for the moment.

Quarry Fence

Quarry Fence

I'll admit it's a big drop!

I'll admit it's a big drop!

After the woods you come down to Grove Park, a fine park near the town centre. with lots of space for kids to run around, a bandstand for traditional summer concerts in the open air. Weston, has a number of open parks, many bequeathed to the town by philanthropists for the use and enjoyment of the population. This has meant they can’t be sold for building. A great move to keep some fresh spaces in the area. So many seaside towns have been buried under rafts of development that they lose any character they once had.

Quarryside views

Quarryside views

Park Views

Park Views

Park Views II

Park Views II

Open spaces

Open spaces

Open spaces

Open spaces

These spaces along with the architecture that defines the era keeps Weston in a bit of a time warp. Sometimes holding back the possibilities. It is a fine line to tread.

Fencepost Detail

Fencepost Detail

The Old Pier, the ferry from Cardiff docked here, once upon a time.

The Old Pier, the ferry from Cardiff docked here, once upon a time.

Sometimes we forget to look about as we walk along doing the things we need to do to live in the modern world, if you take the time for example to look up as you walk down any modern High Street you may be surprised by what you see.

History above the shops

History above the shops

The Old Post Office, detail.

The Old Post Office, detail.

I love the detail put into such simple things. Like this school. They have realised again how important environment is for learning, and have started creating new schools that engender a sense of pride in students, and so encourages learning.

School Buildings

School Buildings

Victorian Terrace

Victorian Terrace

A seaside corner, with arcade and café

A seaside corner, with arcade and café

A Victorian Crescent overlooking the sea.

A Victorian Crescent overlooking the sea.

The building pictured above is Daunceys Hotel, where my wife and I spent our first married night together, happy memories.

An Abandoned Hotel, The Grand Central.

An Abandoned Hotel, The Grand Central.

The nature of English towns changes all the time, not always for the better. I hope we can preserve some of the more interesting objects for the future. But not be held back by fear of change. In both our lives and our environment. One of the interesting things about how Victorian buildings were created is that many came from a set of ready-made plans, these then got adjusted to fit on site by the Master Builder. Many layouts are the same or similar, but the customer could order extras, like a loft room or extra detailing around windows.

I hope you have enjoyed a little trip around an old English seaside town. It’s always a pleasure to walk and try to find details I’ve missed before, to look with fresh eyes at what is around. However, no trip to an English town would be complete without a bag of Fish and Chips, especially in a seaside town. You can’t beat them as you walk along the Prom, eating with your fingers and fighting of the seagulls.

Fish and Chips

Fish and Chips

A walk on a Victorian Seafront, part 1

This weekend has been a busy one, My wife has gone into hospital to have a hip replacement. So Saturday was spent there waiting for things to happen, followed by waiting for things to finish. A long day but it seems to have gone well. Visiting times are in the afternoons so, to distract myself I took a trip to Weston-super-Mare, a seaside town on the west coast of England. It is mostly Victorian in origin, although its history does stretch back to the Iron Age with the hill fort on top of Worlebury hill.

The vague remains of Worlebury Hill Fort

The vague remains of Worlebury Hill Fort

This is part of a group based on the low summits around Somerset.

I started out on the promenade, walking with the sea (or Bristol Channel to be correct) on one side and the Victorian mansions on the other. There have been many changes over the years, and these houses have withstood the elements for over one hundred years in many cases. The seafront area however has recently been renovated. Although many of the Victorian shelters are still standing.

Victorian Shelter

Victorian Shelter

Old and New, side by side.

Old and New, side by side.

Shelter, seaward side.

Shelter, seaward side.

The Tropicana

The Tropicana

The Tropicana, Weston’s seafront Lido has, unfortunately, been left to rot by successive councils who seem unable to make any sort of sensible decision about what to do with the old place. Such a fantastic piece of architecture, and all that seems to be done is to knock bits down because they have become unsafe. Such a shame for an interesting old building.

The rest of the seafront some two miles of sandy beach stretches away dotted with huts and interesting spots and dots.

Big Sky and Beach

Big Sky and Beach

Weston has one of the largest tidal ranges in the world, and due to its position at the mouth of the River Severn, is well-known for the mud and sinking sand exposed at low tide.

The Promenade

The Promenade

Pier post and sand

Pier post and sand

As with any beach there are always things of interest, and places to go, come rain or shine. It is always a pleasure to stroll along, watching for the small details that we generally walk past without seeing. The patterns created by posts on the beach. The sea wall erosion that has made wonderful textured rocks that nobody can resist dragging a hand along as they walk. All part of the meeting of man and sea. The craftsmanship in the small details of the beach-front buildings is so clever, we would struggle to recreate it today.

Café and toilet detail.

Café and toilet detail.

Beach cabins

Beach cabins

Flood Barrier detail

Flood Barrier detail

But when we do attempt to produce our own interpretation of those details, craftsmen can come up with some special results. As on one of the main flood barriers on the front.

Promenade detail

Promenade detail

Sandy Beach

Sandy Beach

The Beach Arch

The Beach Arch

The Arch is designed to draw the eye out across the bay and onto Brean Down, the last landfall of the Mendip hills. It also frames the landward woods of Worlebury if you look back from the sea.

Promenade

Promenade

Promenade Studs, detail

Promenade Studs, detail

Even these studs put in to mark the pelican crossing add something to the scheme. A crossing of lines that draws the eye as the sunlight catches them at certain times of the day and like the sun drifting over the wet sands, marking out the patterns on the beach, it adds to the magic of the promenade.

Hazy winter sun on the beach.

Hazy winter sun on the beach.

Windswept Trees

Windswept Trees

Footprints and Reflections

Footprints and Reflections

The rocky end to the beach

The rocky end to the beach

Sea Wall, detail.

Sea Wall, detail.

Sea Wall Detail II

Sea Wall Detail II

Coast Rocks, detail.

Coast Rocks, detail.

Next post I will continue my walk around the coast and up into the woods overlooking Weston Bay and the land around. Before dropping down into the town itself.