Category Archives: Mineral

Stormy weather

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The wind blew, daylight was extinguished by weighted clouds, rain slashed across the windscreen, muddy runoff smothered many points in the road.  In short, the pathetic fallacy was doing its damnedest.

I paused for a moment as conditions eased:

Yes, well.

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Not ready for it

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I’d had enough grim, so the next audiobook was selected for harmlessness.

It is true that Lady Flora Hastings’ fate was bitter, but the tale of George Eliot’s perhaps unladylike hand is innocuous, it was amusing to see Hughes get Darwin’s beard entangled in a compromise of the scientific principle, and the story of Fanny Cornforth is no more than louche.  I therefore walked unprepared into the account of the Fanny Adams murder case which concludes the book.  It’s not something I’d heard of before, and to be honest I wish I hadn’t heard it now, especially late in the evening; it needed quite a sweetener to take the taste away.

Grandmother’s footsteps

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First I unbuttoned the coat; next took off my gloves; then my hat; unwound the scarf; and eventually removed the coat altogether.  Not a warm day, but benign with sun and stillness.

(Click a thumbnail for the gallery)

Wavy

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I seem to have put up a lot of wave photographs lately so here are a few more, with permission from the nearestanddearest with the good camera.

The waves were less extreme than Wednesday’s, but they came from the southwest while the wind was blowing from the northeast, which gave the white horses some very elegant manes.  Click a photo for the larger images.

More for potters and the obsessively curious

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(and also rather pretty).  Click a thumbnail for the gallery.

This time we looked at the glazes on pots.  Tricky to get a focus and no reflections on curved surfaces.

For potters and the obsessively curious

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(Don’t say you weren’t warned.)

I have turned my Christmas present on a few (fired) clay bodies.  Click a thumbnail for the gallery.

Standing back

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The storm came in overnight, so I headed for high tide in a bright aftermath.

The rollers were busy rearranging the shoreline

and nobody was fool enough to mess with the prom.

The waves were breaking on the sea wall (which in these photos is under all that white stuff).

I walked round and perched on a small concrete platform, which is a couple of feet higher than the lifeboat yard behind the second wall, and gives a good view of the action.  This was fortunate, as suddenly the bay seemed to swell, and then reared up the wave of the morning.  It ignored the storm beach, overtopped the sea wall, hurdled the promenade, burst violently over the second wall, and poured in cataracts over the cobbled yard where I had just been standing.

Yipes.

Waiting for the big one

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Racing to catch some sunshine when the rain moved over, I ended up in the cliff’s shade, to watch the surfers and paddle-boarders without being squinty.

It was a waiting game for everyone

and meantime a few people caught reasonable rides.

When the big ones did come, it was too interesting to be bothered with photos.  Lacking in drama compared with watching the shark bait off Manly after a whopping storm, but then, anything is (I remember the heart-in-mouth sensation even now).  The waves crashed prettily though, and one surfer was spat, flailing, vertically into the air, and came down looking surprised.

My turn as a Fluffers-bed is nearly over.

“It should be a fine evening so long as there isn’t a thunderstorm…”

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though personally I am betting that there was one.  The speaker is a character in Crime and Punishment, after all.

Perhaps the novel’s dramatic and emotional moments were compressed into undue proximity by the abridgement; I will only remark that the characters seemed to have a disproportionate quota of spasms, fits, convulsions, fevers, catatonic attacks, tremblings and faints, which had an unfortunate effect on one reader at least.

Outside the wind is picking up again; gusting to force 8, perhaps 9.  2018 coming in with a roar, and I hope we all keep our roofs on.

Half an ear

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On a quiet day I indulged in the traditional holiday jigsaw:

This allowed me to listen to the non-traditional grim audiobook.  Complicated, and it would have made more sense if I had put a map in front of me, but then I would have had to listen properly.  A story so appalling can sometimes only be taken in with half an ear.