I have wanted to take a typewriter for a ride for a long time, and finally got around to it. Unfortunately a dog scared the birds away almost as soon as I sat down to type a picture of them, so I’m afraid this trio is all I can offer. However not to worry, I brought my swimming kit, so all is fine and dandy.
The water is 16.6 degrees C, about as warm as it will get this summer. The safer seas and rivers app tells me the water is also clean enough to swim in. I never venture in these days without checking. Southern Water has an abominable reputation for dumping untreated sewage into the sea, and this year was fined millions for its misdemeanours. But today all is looking pretty nice.
I’ve had the same set of watercolours in a Windsor and Newton black enamel tin since I was a first year art student at Falmouth. Over the years the pans of colours have been renewed but it’s one of those little constants I return to that makes me feel secure. I started doing quick sketches in watercolour of lockdown skies in March. I didn’t think I would need to make another sketchbook to contain them all. Yesterday it was an even pale grey all day so I didn’t bother painting it. Today it looks more interesting so I may well do several. There are no rules other than to be guided by the wind.
That’s the pretty part of my visit to the beach yesterday. This is the not so pretty bit of my beach walk:
These I picked up and disposed of, along with other bits of rubbish, Yuck. Fortunately there are plenty of rubbish bins at regular intervals all along the beach both on the beach and on the promenade, so you don’t have to carry the tat very far.
Yes, those last two are single use plastic tampon applicators. Again: YUCK! Ten seconds of use for a thousand years of pollution. Ok beach clean done. Let’s look at nature again .
The gulls were pulling razor clams and mussels from the pools here.