Weather

Misty Pines

Where is this?

Are we in the Honshu forests of Hokkadio?

Misty pines 5 Feb 17th 2018

Are we looking towards the marine pines of Monterey Bay?

Misty pines 10 Feb 17th 2018

No. It’s the top end of Meadfoot beach.

In a wrap-around of shroudy sea mist.

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Stormy Spurting Sea

We weren’t expecting to see the sea spurting like this. No ‘official’ storm forecast for today.

Easterlies came rushing and roaring in across the wide open Bay.

Torrenting surf shot up against the sea wall in rockets of spume and spray.

Meadfoot beach is a good place to experience a stormy sea.

Storm House

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Storm House
It stands alone in wind and weather
Hard fast against the roaring storm
Hard edged through winter’s gales
It dreams of ancestors long gone
Who warmed those ancient walls
Kept dry with hearthstone fires
Through snowstorm, hailstone,
Winter bleak-light. Dimpsy half light,
‘Til sun turns round the year light
When sap snaps the icy fronds
Then buds do burst break through
The closed up dusty window panes
And summer paints those walls and doors
In yellows, greens, of flowerbed hues.

Painting and poem by Hazel Brown 

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

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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

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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

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