the sea at pett
October 24, 2011
The road from Winchelsea Beach to Pett Level runs along below the sea defence so the beach and sea are completely hidden from those whizzing along in every day mode. On the odd occasion I give myself a treat + pull in to park + climb the steps or ramp. Not being one to look at tide timetables, I never really know what I shall find at the top of the embankment. Today seemed like a day packed with chores and appointments so thought I’d treat myself . . . first view is a group of visitors huddling down out of the wind . . . it’s a big sea – great!
Foam, crashing, inky liquid . . . spray throwing out droplets in arcs of 20m . . .
. . . lovely, refreshing, invigorating and just what I needed. The day ahead seems not so bad and feel more like waving than drowning!
him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart
Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
waving but drowning. Stevie Smith Not Waving But Drowning.