The Sea

Teignmouth Morning Earlies

Over to Teignmouth early this Saturday morning (before the heavy rain was supposed to be sheeting in)

A very big blowy deckchair with the pier poking across from the left (and Haze contemplating jumping in for another ‘wild paddle’ – not!)

Teignmouth deckchair

A methodical beachcomber scavenging the sands with his metal detector

Teignmouth beachcomber

In the picture below is far too much physical exercise going on. It’s 8 o’clock in the morning – stop it! They were getting body-ready for the Cornish Gig boat racing that appeared to be happening.

Teignmouth Keep Fit

The harbour on the estuary side is a pretty messy, or a messy pretty, shamble of jumble.

This seagull came hurtling in looking for a loo. Or possibly a chip.

Teignmouth Boats

I can’t help but like Teignmouth. It’s a hotchpotch splotch of a place.

Anstey’s Cove

Only 10 mins down the road by car.
Deckchairs and sunloungers for hire overlook the cosy cove.
A cafe being busy.

We’ve clambered down to Redgate beach.
Paddle boarders are slow brushing the sea flat.
And here come kayakers twintubbing in tandem.
Jarring jet skis are, thankfully, ripping the seas skin off far enough away.

The tide gently waves its way towards our laps.
A chance to dip in some toesies.
The water is warm, clear, and calm.
We can inch further in up to our ankles, our knees, the tops of our legs.
Might sit down in this nice sea and splash about with arms next time.

Got to go clamber climb those jagged rocks again.
Haze has quick scarpered up to the top.
(Like one of them Blonde Babbacombian Mountain Goats)

There’s cones of cool ice cream waiting for us in that cafe.

Vid & Words: Ian Nisbet

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

Message in a Bottle Found!

Haze’s Message in a Bottle has been found in Hastings on the 20th October by a German from Berlin called Alexander. He was taking part in a Battle of Hastings Re-enactment on the beach.

He’s picked Haze’s yellow lidded plastic peanut jar up, he’s looked inside, read her message, probably passed it around for other re-enacters to read; decided to add his own little message to the jar, and then chucked it back into the sea. He took one of Haze’s drawings, and her email address, back to Berlin so he could message a reply.

It’s wonderful. It’s just the kind of magic we wanted to happen when we set these messages in bottles off on their improbably bibbily bobbly journeys (see here > back in March.

So for the last 7 months, Haze’s bottle has been floating its way across Lyme Bay to Weymouth, past Swanage, veering around Isle of Wight, onto Bognor Regis, onto Worthing, onto Brighton, onto Eastbourne, to be finally washed up on Hastings beach; a distance in excess of 200 miles.

brixham-to-hastings

Right up the English Channel the little message went. Who knows where it will end up next. Across to Calais perhaps?. Or onto Holland? Or maybe up into the North Sea towards Denmark, or Norway even?! Haze is thrilled. Thrilled to bits. Wants us to reply to Alexander on the weekend; send a warm greeting to him and his wife and daughter.

Who said fairy tales don’t happen?! It’s magical. It’s marvelous.

Footnote: Meanwhile, my little Hungarian slivovitz vodka bottle with its cryptic puzzle is nowhere. Sunk into oblivion. In all probability never to be seen, or heard of, again.