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I was due to be working this week but it didn’t happen and instead I got a day in France. Poor me, hey 😉

We went by ferry which meant we got to see the White Cliffs in all their glory. I forgot my camera (I was awake ridiculously early so my brain wasn’t exactly efficient…) but here’s a pic my dad took as we came into port on our way home.  It shows the harbour walls and a ferry in port, and just on the top of the hill in the background is Dover Castle. Look how calm the water is – we were very lucky!


One of the most well-known WWII songs here in the UK is probably (There’ll be Bluebirds over) The White Cliffs of Dover, famously sung by Vera Lynn. Dame Vera turned 97 on the 20 March; my grandma shared her birthday.

Interestingly, there are no bluebirds in Dover; they are not native to this part of the world. The writers of the song were both from the USA and probably didn’t know this, and it didn’t seem to matter to the listening public at the time but it did leave the way open for a variety of alternative meanings for those unlikely birds.

My favourite interpretation is that the bluebirds were a sign of happiness to come. This ties the song in to other US works too, like Somewhere over the Rainbow, which was written a couple of years earlier.

Ornithology notwithstanding, when I see the White Cliffs I think of home – and how lovely to come home with lots of French goodies 🙂

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I was looking through some old pictures this week and I came across a few evening shots.

This picture was taken when we were in Cornwall a couple of years ago, and it instantly puts me in a holiday mood.  I love the way the clouds seems to mirror the shape of the bay, it looks positively purposeful.

At the end of the day

It also reminds me of a phrase I hate to hear and yet (over)use myself – ‘at the end of the day’ – but that’s another blog post 🙂

There’s a science to the colour of the sky, which I find fascinating.  Colours have meaning across life-forms, from a dangerous red to a toxic green, and we humans surround ourselves in them – we might buy a sky-blue paint, or a storm-coloured car, or a sea-green top for example – so to know they are in some ways a product of our biology is mind-boggling.

I can’t imagine the midday sky being purple, and if it was the whole world would look different because every colour would change to our eyes.  There are wonderful possibilities in that for painters, but I’m not sure we’d attach the same emotions to shades and tones as we do now.

That’s important to me – I prefer to look, and feel however the sky makes me feel.  In this case, the soft changes to the light over the water was restful, which I like at the end of  holiday-day 🙂

I especially love the light at the coast: growing up with easy access to beaches and coves but living away from them, the air and the open horizons still make me feel like I’m on holiday, or having a treat!

So the science of the sky doesn’t really matter on a day-to-day basis, I’ll just enjoy scenes like these, whatever colours they bring.

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Apparently, this is my 300th published post 🙂 Happy 300th post, me!

Yesterday my partner was off work so we decided to go out and make the most of the sunshine (yes, there has been sunshine!) and ambled off on a drive.  We ended up at a beach we like to visit; it’s not sandy but the horizon is open and there are ice creams 🙂

Well, when we arrived we saw this:

Building a Beach

It’s called ‘Beach Management’ and it involves moving shingle, where the tide has pushed it into a drift at one end of the beach area.  

I know coastlines are managed in many ways: here in the UK we have lots of properties built on or near the shoreline and parts of our shoreline (and some of these properties) are collapsing into the sea.  Without works like this, there would be more flooding and more houses at risk.

However, this is the first time I’ve ever seen it in such a definite way!

Obviously the beach was closed, but it didn’t look like our beach anyway.  It looked like someone was readying the ground for a housing estate – it wasn’t the same place at all.

That perception, the sense that things are not as you thought they were, is a theme in my new story so this felt very timely.  It’s a reminder that when we stop and look at things, and at how they work, it’s clear we see very little.  It’s like they say about ducks (or possibly swans!): we watch as they glide across water, but underneath their little legs are going for all they’re worth!

We didn’t stay for long and went off to enjoy the day somewhere else.  You could tell we were a bit out of kilter after seeing this though: we left without getting anything from the ice cream van!!

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