Weather

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

Hogs pudding sarnies on Meadfoot Beach

Down to Meadfoot beach this afternoon to wolf down our hogs pudding sarnies.

Yappy yap dogs were everywhere. It’s October 1st. They’re allowed back to shit on beaches for the winter.

Of shags we could see hardly any.

Over towards Paington and Brixham were these little sailboats

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Were they racing? No, they were flapping back and forth, as if part of a school.

There was plenty of weather around. The seasky was portentous with voluminous cloud.

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Dump a shower of rain and a bolt of thunder up these dogs arses please!

The sailboats flippy flapped on, left to right, right to left across the brothy sea.

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Words & Photo’s: Ian Nisbet

Saturday afternoon on Dartmoor

Here’s a couple of Darmoor watercolours Haze drew (and watered) (and coloured) on Saturday afternoon while lying in (my) bed.

The windy wilderness of the Moors is blowing through this picture.

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A meteorologists dream is Dartmoor.

Dramatic and sudden shifts of weather are the norm up there.

This second watercolour is also of The Moors (of Haze’s imagination).

It’ll be raining again in a minute.

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Winter Birchbirds

Like last year I’ve kicking off this new year with a film of birds in the silver birch outside my kitchen window.

There are rooks (and possibly jackdaws) magpies, collared doves, starlings (or possibly some kind of tit, Haze will know)

All these birds seem to use this silver birch as a town-centre ‘lookout post’ or communication hub. So many birds were hopping on and off today. Maybe the unseasonally warm weather we’re having is making them frisky.

Warm and wet. That’s how it’s been all winter long. But come rain come shine, be it rook be it dove, the silver birch gracefully receives everything that throws itself on, or at, her.

Words & Video: Ian Nisbet