The Sea

Grey Heron & Co

Little Institute Beach continues to surprise and amaze.

When the tide goes out all sorts of birds appear to fish and feed in the seaweedy rockpools.

This Saturday there were half a dozen oystercatchers, several cormorants, a little egret (may have been two) a pair of sea-faring swans gliding across the bay, and quite unexpectedly, a grey heron turned up.

A rather stationary grey heron. In half an hours filming it hardly moved. As dusk fell it squatted down into a small scrunchy ball, seemingly asleep.

Yesterday we went back just as a seal had popped its doggy head up above the waves; lasted all of 5 secs (not included in this vid)

What will we see there next I wonder?

Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet
Institute Beach Heron Officer: Hazel Brown

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The Life of Brian

He’s been a naughty boy that Brian

Making a Lovely Lady’s hair stand on end

Life of Brian

Whipping the Lovely Ladies hair into a right old frenzy

Life of Brian 2

The Lovely Lady can’t see where she’s going now.

(Don’t go too near the edge of that cliff Lovely Lady)

Storm Brian Manifestations Oct 2017

She’d give that stormy Brian a good talking to she would

(If she could see him)

Yes, a very naughty boy you are Brian.

Don’t do it again.

Storm Brian

Storm Brian edit

Blown and Blustered!
Gusted and Fustered
With temperamental Fluster!
It has whined and its howled
Like tormented Fowls!
Whipped up the trees, shaken their leaves
And Dizzeyed the Bees!
The birds have all flown to a much safer home!

Waves crash and smash on the
Old Harbour walls.
Ships strain their ropes, whilst the
Fishermen’s hopes of taking out boats
Are all dashed and postponed…..’til…..
Old Brian is spent and these storms are soon rent
And Autumn’s warm Sun is content.

– Poem & Words: Hazel Brown

Institute Beach

Institute beach Oct 2017

You would never think to come here. We haven’t. The name ‘Institute Beach’ doesn’t exactly inspire the imagination (unlike ‘Fairy Cove’ at the other end of Paignton)

And yet what a delightful surprise. A small, sheltered, slip of a cove.

I feel totally enamoured by how how private and protected it feels, how dinkily intimate. It’s like your own little private cove. To come and collect shells on or read a book in.

It’s also used as a Dog Dump. A Dog Toilet. I saw evidence of such over by the cliffs at the back there. (Have dog. Will Shit. Anywhere. Grrrr!)

I’m sure we’ll be coming back here. To Institute Beach. A place to be re-imagined. Possibly a place to be renamed.

Question to be answered: Why ‘Institute’ Beach?

Turnering a Saturday Afternoon

We’ve been saturating ourselves in the multi-colourful world of JMW Turner this last week.

So time to go colour in this drizzly grey Saturday afternoon out there.

Haze is looking across towards Teignmouth from Shaldon beach.

Shaldon 2 Sept 2017

She would have been seeing this

Shaldon Sept 2017

And she would have been seeing this

Shaldon 4 Sept 2017

But there was hardly any time to get this scene set, or these boats sketched, before the drizzle arrived.

We had to retire to the shelter to eat our cheese sandwiches and drink our flask of tea.

The drizzle persisted and prolonged, becoming proper rain.

So we drive up to Labrador Bay. Here Haze can attempt another watercolour from the dry confines of the car (while listening to Woolf Works by Max Richter on the car stereo)

Labrador Bay 3 Sept 2017

And this is the watercolour sketch she produced

Labrador Bay 4 Sept 2017

JMW Turner approved, gave her the thumbs up!

Words & Photos: Ian Nisbet; Watercolour Sketch: Haze Brown