Month: December 2016

Message in a Bottle Not

Out to Torquay Harbour. It’s the last day of 2016.

Let’s send out a message of hope and good cheer from Haldon Pier.

But the sea is too calm, and the tide too coming in.

Today will not be the day.

Our message in a bottle will have to wait until next year.

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet

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Spots of Time No 2 (of the rainy kind)

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Would there being anything in Tessier Garden this rainy Saturday afternoon to observe and write down in our little notebooks? Well there were the spots in that umbrella……

“You hold it!”
“No, I’ll hold it !”
“Getting wet !!”
“Can’t see a thing!”

The kind of rain
That wets you through.
The wind that drives these drops.
The kind of rain…….
Is the rain kind?

A wet bench with wet
Trees dripping huge drops.
“I’m wet! ”
“I’ll hold it !”
“No I’ll hold it !”
“Let’s get under it …TOGETHER!”
The rain… Is kind!.

Picture & Poem: Hazel Brown

Silver Birch Starlings 2016

Starlings in the silver birch outside my kitchen window, dancing about in sparkly flitters. I haven’t speeded up any of these clips; they restlessly race about, fidgeting, flittering, in constant too and fro.

I filmed starlings in this silver birch 2 years ago. And they were jumping about just as much then; clinging onto the birch as it (she) was being battered by high winds.

But this is a calmer, quieter, tree. So you can more clearly hear these starlings chitter chattering with one another in this film.

Planet Earth 3 is coming to Devon!

I’d like to meet this slimy  toad3-edit  gentleman next year

Or this raisin grey-seal-pup-edit eyed cutey flopped out on a rock

If we’re near an estuary we’ll probably see curlew

Or this stone-curlew could be hiding on Dawlish Warren

I’m hoping we’ll see more european-shag speeding across Lyme Bay. And one day this magnificent chap will come soaring and swooping common_buzzard over the cliffs on the Downs again.

If we’re anywhere near Maidencombe these vulnerable little SAMSUNG DIGITAL CAMERA are awaiting to delight and disarm the senses.

There are bound to be many  barrel-jellyfish jelly swelling the shores come summer.

A flypast by a squadron of mute-swans-flying-by-at-dawn-edit would be most thrilling.

If this were ever to happen up above us starling-murmuration we’d be hopping about like Chris Packbum on ecstasy.

If we got near enough to see a wild one of these deer-in-mystical-woods I could die elated.

Staying in the wood we might see this _83879330_c0180868-stag_beetles_fighting-spl

Rigging up a lightbox in the back garden could reveal this emperor_moth beauty. The one marvel I’d like to witness more than anything is more of these light-filled  dragonflies-laying-eggs

metamorphosing before our very eyes – to take our breath away.

The Echo of your Breath (rebreathed)

A rebreathing of a little poem Haze wrote in May 2015

The echo of your breath
Is here in my room.
Light liquid tenderness flows
Through my heart

The touch of your fingers
Snowflake ..frosted
Breaks upon my skin

Threads of honeyed kisses
Will fly on the cold night air
From my soft lips to yours

Your soul has woven itself
Into my hair.

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Poem & Picture: Hazel Brown (4 Dec 2016)