Thursday, November 03, 2022

let me flow into the ocean, let me get back to the sea

hello there


recently i had (for purposes of verk) reason to be quite close to the sea. well, a bit close. not actually in the sea, as such, but where i needed to be was right there on the other side of the road, look you see. to sort of quasi counterbalance the number of selfies (of moi) on here of late, i thought maybe it would be nice to showcase some scenery. 


my picture taking skills are not the greatest, i either yield or concede, but it might be possible for you to work out, through the actual mist (fog?) and the mists of my limited skills, some of them power generating wind turbines. quite the magnificent feat of engineering and endeavour, they are. full well is it i remember when such things were first discussed in the 80s, of how they would be an "eyesore" and we should just keep burning coal and gas and what have you. now, beyond the obvious energy benefit, i think most appreciate them. at the least, though, few voices are ever heard of a nature calling on the world to take them back down again. 

as for the mist, or fog, and rain - and wind - well, it was a day that they now tend to describe the weather as being "unsettled". this is an interesting step backwards. a decade or so ago all of the various charlatans, conjurers and general liars what present a prophecy of the weather were in a rush to describe all as dramatically as they could. more than once we got warned of a "weather bomb" about to hit, instead of them simply saying it might rain for a bit. speaking of it as all being a trifle unsettled is much more calm and, if honest, realistic. 


yes, indeed we do have a video, above. this i took mostly to send on to Dad, who is most enthusiastic about these wind turbine power things, but surely no harm can come from sharing it here, too. 

whereas getting battered off of the wind and rain whilst attempting to do some verk and also get these images (moving or still) for you is a definite highlight of the seaside, it is of course not the only one. something of a tradition, if not contractual obligation, for being so close to the sea in our land so fair is to engage in a particular form of cuisine. 


fish and chips, indeed. along with some scraps. or "bits of batter" as i heard one geordie call them, but scraps is the proper word for them. should they look lovely to your eyes, i can give you every assurance that they were even better to my taste. lovely, they were. with a cup of tea, of course. 



be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!






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