Treyarnon Morning

Another fine morning on one of St Merryn's finest.  Nothing like waking up next to the sea and breathing in pure oceanness (new word I've decided we need).

Walked to Constantine Bay in the late afternoon with the swell increasing and the sunlight shining through the waves creating that fabulous 'aqua green'.  It's addictive, waiting for the next wave....

Waves near Constantine Bay

Aqua wave near Constantine Bay

Wave tube near Constantine Bay

Here's hoping people stay as safe as they can in the US East coast where the waves and storm surge bring no joy.

Treyarnon Bay, Cornwall

Staying in one my my favourite places in the world.  A bit cold but always beautiful.  Here's my view when I wake up:

My birthday has come and it's been a blast so far.  I've been playing with my pressy:

Burrator Reservoir, Dartmoor

Burrator Reservoir; always good for an autumn walk in the sunshine.

A couple of snaps from Saturday:

Burrator Reservoir, Dartmoor

Burrator Reservoir, Dartmoor

Tavistock Goose Fair

Well, Tavistock's annual Goose Fair has come and gone, and the fairground has left Bedford car park.  Whether you like it or not (like the Curate's egg) it is good in parts.  For the kids though it's "awesome"!

We ventured into the funfair again this year, although yours truly did not venture on any rides.  I shall tell you why.  Last year the fairground caught me in a particularly vibrant mood so I decided to go on loads of rides, culminating in Freak Out.  Now, I was always one for cool rides, but going on that one was the first time in my life that I thought, "**%$!" I REALLY hate this!  I clung on for dear life trying to keep my face in a medium grimace of coolness, as I was surrounded by teenagers and pre-teens (how humiliating is THAT?) enjoying themselves.  My insides were transported to a parallel universe with an iou pinned in their place.

That, together with the barrel ride thingy where the floor drops away, reconfigured my brain fluids so that I was dizzy and ill for 3 weeks.  And so, age has caught up and I discovered my "ceiling" for scary rides rather too effectively.

Thus, I simply watch, get scabbed for cash by my kids and take photographs, looking like a nerd, but I don't care.

Here are some of my shots:

Funfair at night in Tavistock 2012

Funfair at night in Tavistock 2012

Oxygen at Fairground in Tavistock 2012

Oxygen at Fairground in Tavistock 2012

Rust, Iron Oxide

Found a door on my travels recently that was suffering from a bit of rust:

Now that's what I call rusty!

Where does it all go?

Cool texture, colour and patterns.

More Autumn Colour

Bring it on! Autumn's magic colours.  Apart from the smell of lingering bonfires and the sight of morning mist hanging in the valleys on days when the sun is up but still watery, the only consolation for this time of year is the colour.

Autumn colour in Virginia Creeper

The Autumn Colour Party is upon us!

This incredible foliage is clinging to the back of my house.  The colours are outrageous and zingy.

Climbing Hydrangea near Tavistock

I adore the natural graduation from green to yellow.  Hmm good website banner maybe?

And this one just makes me think that Christmas is rapidly approaching:

Climbing Hydrangea and Cotoneaster near Tavistock

I found a few words for Autumn:


Fall

The Autumn Artist's palette is fresh with fiery colour,

Like from the heavens, fallen powders

Are sprinkled over weary trees.

Their colours deepen and alter

As the rain brushes over their tender leaves.

And in the light that shines before dusk

Globules of sunshine hang from their tips,

They drip into sun-shaped fleeces

That lie beneath their pillars.

And when this chorus of colour has finished its song,

And the sun-drops drip no more,

The magic flies from these golden fleeces,

And later returns in frozen flakes when the season's change is over.