Today someone tried to kill me


with some criminal overtaking, plus the person in the car being overtaken.  He made perfectly justifiable rude gestures at the fool;  I was concentrating on braking.  When my cardiovascular system had readjusted itself, I went for a walk:         (click into photo for the gallery)

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  1. Many years ago I read a review in one of the Sunday supplements about a book which, I think, was called The Shipping Forecast. It was nothing to do with Seamus Heaney’s poem (which I once had the pleasure and privilege of hearing him narrate), it was more a collection of photographs from each and every shipping forecast area – Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea, and the rest. Just one image from each area. One would have beach huts, another would have waves and sand, another a ruin standing on a headland.
    Your pictures reminded me of that. They dislodged a rock in the memory pool and disturbed some shrimps that have been dwelling in the shadows for long enough.
    I love beach huts. Not so sure about the equidistant and regimented ones – but the huts strewn haphazardly along the crumbling coastline are my idea of absolute heaven. Peace and the sound of waves. And no mad drivers.
    Cheers, Alen

    • 🙂 Never had a beach hut, but these ones looked like the epitome of the seaside holiday. And ah, the shipping forecast… I went to sleep to Sailing By for years, but lost the routine in domestic life.

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