a wintry walk
November 20, 2011 in inspiring places
There is nothing quite like a walk by the sea, even on a cold and cloudy day. The fresh sea air, inhaled deeply, is just a wonderful change of scene for a city dweller like me. The blustering wind making our noses run and blowing away cobwebs, cheeks glowing and fingers tingling. Seagulls soaring and clouds threatening to rain, laden with grey precipitation. Dungeness nuclear power station was on the edge of our view and a reminder that Derek Jarman‘s Prospect Cottage was not so far away. I must visit his little coastal retreat one day, a good reason to return.
So our little family visited the coastal town of Rye in Sussex one grey, moody day last month. It is a very sweet town with cobbled streets, antique shops for browsing, steeped in history and stories of pirates and pistols, smuggling and shipwrecks. We felt like we were part of an Enid Blyton adventure.
We returned to London that evening, blown away by the wind, saying good bye with our pockets heavy, laden with found loot; pebbles, shells and dried seaweed, to be treasured and admired as mementoes at home.
I photographed our finds rather like a Victorian collector cataloguing their discoveries, layering papers and using graphic stamps as a detail. Little nothings to display on shelves and evoke lovely memories.