My little corner of Paradise seemed anything but paradisiacal when I awoke from my slumber this dark November morn. In fact, it was pretty bloody bleak — one of those half-arsed English winter days of misty hills and intermittent drizzle, actual sunlight (or daylight, for that matter) a seemingly long-forgotten memory. I sat staring at my chapter outlines, which have been progressing nicely, looked out of the window, shivered, drank tea, stared at my outlines a while longer — and then gave up, had some lunch and went to Whitby for the afternoon.
Even bleaker, but somehow right. Slate grey skies and seas, the sense of a place abandoned (up on the West Cliff, at least — down in the harbour it was much more lively.) A welcome break.
A dark, rather poor quality video of the piers from the West Cliff follows. It gives a fair impression of what the day was like.
I love it…wish I could have been there. I think you should do more video work..you know..like you speaking in to the camera!!
Oh, I don’t think I could do that, Steph. Too shy lol. We (my father took it) are going to do more videos, hopefully of better quality, in the future, though.
Dreadful day. It is indeed grim up north.
Fortunately, us northern folk are tough SOBs. Unlike those namby-pamby southern types 😉
Tell it the miners :p
Oh, I am a bad person!
I’ll have you know I come from a long line of miners, two of whom died down pit, and I take offense and that despicable slur! How dare you!
(Oh, okay, I’m lying. Had you worried for a minute, there, though, didn’t I? ;-))
Well, I’m from a long line of tenant farmers. My peeps are from above ground, you wicked Northern troglodyte. Neener!
Troglodyte is it? There’s got to be a good hole joke, here, but I’m buggered if I can find it… oh, there it is! 🙂
That’s a hole different kettle of fish.
*winces*
Nice blog mate. There’s a lovely mood to it.
Mike, mate, don’t go bringing fish into it — it could get a wee bit stinky. 🙂
Cheers, John — glad you liked it! It was a very atmospheric day, actually. Bleak and a little eerie, but very calming.
Ay caramba. Tuna sandwiches, anyone?