It is a small sandy beach enclosed by cliffs and grassy banks nestling at the foot of The Priory ruins. In the late 18th century sea-bathing became very popular here.
it is a long way down - lots and lots of steps, not for the faint hearted!
such a lovely day, such a deserted beach!
As I was sitting two teenage boys sat down on the grass in front of me. I was fascinated as they were identical twins with the most incredible long red hair. It was the most vibrant and unusual shade and I thought it would make a great blog image, however, I could see the headline (woman caught taking photos of young boys!!!) so decided against it! I did consider asking their permission but then thought what would they think of me asking "would you mind if I took a photograph of your hair"!!!
Swiftly moving on - to my favourite flea market, I meandered my way there going through the back lanes where I saw this door.....
A sun bleached door, gorgeous shades
a lovely burnt umber peeking through
the windows showed lace literally falling apart with age it reminded me of Miss Havisham
I always wonder about the story of how a home came to be so negelcted, but I did notice that renovations were under way in what I presume was the main room and it will soon be loved again.
multicoloured beer barrels, never seen pink ones before!
purple wheelie bins - yes please.
Next post will show my lovely flea market finds, a few props for Living North which is only eight weeks away - excuse me while I leave you to go into panic mode!!! until next time hope the sun shines on you. Jayne x