Suds of cloud surfing across the sun. Seen from a back garden.
Roly-poly Altocumulus they are.
Probably good for finding faces in.
If you can wonder up that far.
We were walking above the bay at Babbacombe tonight (writes Ian)
Just as it was getting ‘dimpsy’ several pipistrelle bats came out to play, darting and diving around our heads.
I tried filming them flying across the moon. But the sky was too dark in that direction.
‘It’s magical!’ exclaims Haze. And she was right. It was.
(Video: Ian Nisbet)
The cold east wind shrieks in from the sea, and howls around the bay, whipping up nets, sails, rope-ends, cork-floats and cats!
The harbour huddle of old houses strain against the gale, leaning landwards at a crazy angle in a desperate bid to stop from sliding into the cold dark waters of the harbour.
They have pitted their wits, held firm, stood shoulder to shoulder for a hundred years and more, as force 9 Easterlies lash the the sea walls, causing the little boats and ancient houses to strain repeatedly against these great sea storms.
A wide dark ocean stretches out beyond the Breakwater, where black sea and sky merge. Only the ‘ on-off…on-off’ flicker of the Lighthouse beam, razor sharp in the ice-cold air, slices through the gloom, blinding the sleeping gulls and guillimots half frozen on the rocky perches.
This is a work-in-progress. Haze wants to add more in the future.
The tall grasses smiled.
On a couple of occasions, this past week, I’ve been extremely fortunate to witness two sightings of Sundogs writes Hazel. An unusual phenomenon, seen in the skies when the Sun is low on the horizon. On the first evening, around 7pm…I noticed just the one, on the left side of the Sun, as a halo with a rainbow effect on one side of this orb, and a bluish-White tail streaming away from it. On the second evening, two Sundogs appeared, each on either side of the bright Sun.
“The distance from the Sun of both spots of light, is equivalent to the outstretched span of a hand held up at arm’s length. Sundogs are brightest when the Sun is low, and visible only when it’s below about 40 degrees from the horizon.” Gavin Pretore-Pinney.
The two I observed, lasted for about an hour on the first evening, and around 90 minutes on the second evening, constantly changing shape, fading at times, only to return to their in the multicoloured hues..one with the bluish-White tail, as the Sun began to sink towards the horizon.
As a child, I can remember my Grandfather, who was then a fisherman, pointing out to me, this strange and rather magical happening, ‘ All to do with cold winds ‘ easterlies, I think, and the possibility of rain.
(I’ve tinkered with this a bit…..to make it feel more flowy poem like….. But its mostly the rapid riffing Hazel and I do at 7.30 in the morning!)
We are now officially summering . . .
summered . . .
summerly . . .
……free to lie under nestling birdies . . .
….feeling ourselves rustle rustling . . .
murmur murmuring . . .
moment momenting . . .
…distant sounds….echo echoing …
filtered thro sparkles of lovelight..
….. windy fingers . . .enfolding….
. . leaf-lipping . . . oak-groaning . .
….. grasses on noses…between toesez…
……tremulous. . . . . thighs . . . tongues in groove . .
…..woods earthsoaked in golds
A weekend of listening to Sigur Ros album Valtari.
This filmed interpretation of Fjögur Píanó brought tears to both of our eyes.
How fragile this living breathing planet of ours is. How beautiful.