Nairn Beach, along the North-East coast of Scotland, off season in the cold January weather, blanketed in winter snow…
Once my husband and I went on a daytrip to Brighton between Christmas and New Year – the winter waves that day were truly spectacular… 🙂
Seagulls playing chicken with the waves… Weekly Photo Challenge: Forces of Nature
There is certainly a storm brewing over the Houses of Parliament in Westminster tonight – we have a General Election here in the UK tomorrow, so this dark, moody, brooding shot seemed to provide a particularly apt image for this week’s One Word Photo Challenge: Storm
The intricate gossamer threads beaded with dew lacing these red haw berries on this damp, foggy November morning were irresistable to photograph…
While I was waiting patiently for the sun to appear again from behind a cloud – a common occurance here in the UK – I though I would capture it in hiding for this week’s One Word Photo Challenge: Sun
Looks like we’re in for some rain this afternoon… weather forecast courtesy of my living-room window 🙂Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Clouds
Another rare example of night-time photography from me – this shot was taken from our living room window in the wee small hours, with the incessant rain lashing down outside on the street matching my miserable mood that night at not being able to sleep 🙂
I remember getting my first ever digital radio alarm clock as a teenager, way back in the late nineteen-seventies. I remember lying in bed late at night with the soft green glow of the numbers making everything in my bedroom look quite ethereal, listening to the Shipping Forecast at precisely twelve minutes to one. I’d have the volume really low, and almost have to strain to hear, but it was always so soothing to listen to. ‘Sailing By’ would play, and then the forecast would begin, with the same introduction, the familiar names and rhythmic tones lulling me softly to sleep.
I remember a male voice, strong and sedate, booming deep like the waves yet resounding clear as a bell… gale warnings first, then Viking, Forties, Cromarty, Forth, Tyne, Dogger, Fisher, German Bight, Humber, Thames, Dover, Wight, Portland, Plymouth, Biscay, Trafalgar, Finisterre, Sole, Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea, Shannon, Rockall, Malin, Hebrides, Bailey, Fair Isle, Faeroes, Southeast Iceland… wind direction, strength, precipitation, visibility, each called out singly, or sometimes huddled together in similar swell or squall… a strange spell of magical incantations recited daily, a prayer for protection, wrapping words of weathered wisdom around our jagged little island and keeping those of us ashore safe from harm as we lay tucked up cosily in our warm beds.