Places visited

Strange Sightings No 1

Elberry Cove June 2017

What is this strange lady up to?
Where on earth is she?

Has she been deposited onto a load of gravelly shingle in error?
Has she become totally inert by choice or as a result of peculiar circumstance?

Is she prone to lapses in cognitive functioning?
Will she be able to ever get up and walk again?

Is she auditioning for a lie-down part in a Samuel Beckett play?

Has she fallen to earth from the Planet Blog?
Is she still breathing?

Is she, er, enjoying herself?

Answers on a postcard to:
The Strange Sightings Project,
Elberry Cove,
Next to the Mermaids

Message in a Bottle: Take 2

This Message in a Bottle is a little late in being sent (it was good to go on New Years day)

But given the dark months we’ve been living through this year the good will sentiments contained within seem evermore relevant.

We ended up throwing it – or Haze was throwing it

Haze chucking in June 2017

– in where we’d thrown our first M in a B: Shoalstone beach.

Last years bottle floated 200+ miles all the way up the English Channel to Hastings in Sussex.

Where will this one end up?

Will it be found, picked up, replied to?

Will there be another Max (from Berlin) wanting and willing to receive it?

Could good fortune possibly strike twice?!

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet

Torbay Airshow Flies Again

A rerun – or refly – of Torbay Airshow.

Like last year we watched up on Preston Hill.

Like last year The Typhoon was back to heartstop the afternoon off.

And like last year those Red Arrows were streaking their red and white smoky stripes back and forth across the bay.

The heavy rolls of clouds threatening rain gradually got split open by the sun.

There was also ‘Catalina’, an eazi-ozi lumbering Great White Bird of a seaplane, flying slow enough to be filmed
(my newly bought Lumix camera couldn’t keep up with all the faster planes and eventually gave up the ghost).

A pleasant eazi-ozi kind of afternoon.

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet

Sammi The Squizzler

Tessier Gardens. The go to place in St Marychurch. Well, it must be – because we keep going there.

A peaceful oasis. No shitty yapdogs and no screechy children allowed (actually there were some kids erroneously present today)

Just a chubby tame squirrel.

Who is now known to us, if not to itself, as ‘Sammi’.

Calling out ‘Sammi!’, ‘Sammi’ doesn’t appear to evince any recognition in the animal.

However it will come squizziling across sharpish if you’ve got a bag of nuts in your hand.

It will even try to climb up your leg, mistaking it for the trunk of a small tree.

I’ll have Sammi chewing the chips off my shoulders next time.

Or possibly nibbling the acorns out of my earholes.

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet.

Sammi Squirrel

In Tessier Gardens this Saturday afternoon was a very fat and very tame squirrel.

It climbed up my leg.

Think we’ll call him/her Sammi. It might well be the same Sammi Squirrel we were feeding back in the autumn.

An easy peasi warm winter this is for squirrels.

Oh, and there was also a gull doing a comical worm dance.

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet