a walk on the 25th

December 27, 2010

A perfect Christmas Day with some of those who are the most important to me and the weather as wonderful as it could be.

Wandering along the front passed the little weather station, we look at the climatic information that someone never fails to adjust on a daily basis – even today . . . . the figures, of course, reflect Hastings and history!

Others are out and about doing what they like . . . .

 . . . and the gulls, herring and black headed, and the turnstones are doing what they like too, all undisturbed . . .

 . . . and we turn to look at this view on our way up the East Cliff to the Country Park . . .

 . . hardly a soul around on the cliff top – frosty underfoot and glimpses of the buds opening on the gorse – ethereal and quite magical. Scrub oaks have seeded where the cliff slopes down to encompass the gills – streams and the damp loving vegetation that thrives in the sheltered valleys . . .

 . . and the view to the Firehills in the east. Wonderful hummocks of twiggy vegetation nestle like warm, brown pillows . . .

A thousand miles beyond this sun-steeped wall
Somewhere the waves creep cool along the sand,
The ebbing tide forsakes the listless land
With the old murmur, long and musical;
The windy waves mount up and curve and fall,
And round the rocks the foam blows up like snow,–
Tho’ I am inland far, I hear and know,
For I was born the sea’s eternal thrall.
I would that I were there and over me
The cold insistence of the tide would roll,
Quenching this burning thing men call the soul,–
Then with the ebbing I should drift and be
Less than the smallest shell along the shoal,
Less than the sea-gulls calling to the sea.  Sara Teasdale  Sea Longing

Snaking back to the Old Town via a steep descent through another gill depression formed by fast flowing stream, a glimpse of  the graveyard of All Saints is a strong visual element. Quiet now.

Down Tackleway and Swaines Passage into All Saints Street . . . this house is simply called Pub View and always puts on a good show for passers by. Such commitment!


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