blue, green and aquamarine, sea-salt soaked and so they should. They have surely earned this their final dying moment of glory.
The bounty of a good day’s work.
Driftwood burning merrily on the fire.
Oak beams from galleons of a bygone era lost to the might of the sea. Timbers from croft cottages fallen into disrepair along with the lifeblood of crofters chased from their lands by greedy feudal landlords.
The Highland Clearances.
Thoughts sailing through my head as I stared deep into the flames, mesmerised by the salt encrusted dancing colours. Transported back in time. The stories the timbers could tell.
The Highland Clearances.
Thoughts sailing through my head as I stared deep into the flames, mesmerised by the salt encrusted dancing colours. Transported back in time. The stories the timbers could tell.
Railway sleepers lashed with rope and dragged up the cliffs. Interesting tree roots, shattered pallets fallen from cargo ships. Timber of many different colours and hues from around the world, trees all with tales to tell of their journey from life to death and then their final voyage across the sea. If flames could talk what sea-salty yarns they could spell.
Sitting in the soft firelight, the struggle, the puff, the pull, the strain, the pain was so worth it.
The journey back in time was the ticket price paid in full.
A self sufficient life well lived.
The detritus of timber left by a long gone whaling station in the Artic. We never found this amount of timber, sadly.
Unfortunately nowadays the most likely find would be plastic gloves and masks. Will people find these in years to come and say, 'remember 2020, when we wore these masks and gloves to go shopping'! I bet you're glad not to be living in your seafront house just now. Crazy people everywhere!! xx
ReplyDeleteWell, MG, the times recently that very thought has crossed my mind about the ghastliness that was the Hythe experience. The scenes on the Bournemouth seafront gave me the heebeegeebees I must say. The noise, the barking dogs, the pong of sausages sizzling on the many and various barbecues, the litter, the bottles of pee left outside innocent looking works vans parked on the front... need I say more?
DeleteEven back in the ancient times I am remembering, there were a fair few flip- flops languishing... trouble was I never found a pair!?!
Happy days
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The Highland Clearances were brutal.
ReplyDeleteAnd some!
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