AA comments: It has been proved that the weather is unpredictable in the short term. One more reason for Britain lying directly below a jet stream delivering storms from the Atlantic. (If only Fitzroy knew that 🙂 )We can only establish some long term (seasonal) trends. For example, in Greece it is known that “The … Continue reading On Steeple Point – prevailing wind
Two images from Duckpool. The first taken last Christmas – the pebble ridge in winter: This one taken in heavy rain at 1045 this morning – the pebble ridge in summer: Lands End to St Davids Head including the Bristol Channel Strong winds are forecast Inshore waters forecast 24 hour forecast: 1900 Fri 17 Jul … Continue reading On Steeple Point – two images from Duckpool
I was climbing the path to Steeple Point. Towards the top, the land falls steeply away, rapidly becoming a cliff face that drops vertically to the rocks below. With the tide in, these rocks are covered by sea – Atlantic rollers reaching their nemesis on the Cornish coast. From up here, you watch those big … Continue reading On Steeple Point – a shared world
Steeple Point Jeremy Seal, in Treachery at Sharpnose, covers a story that I have wondered about since, as a small child, I first saw the figurehead of the Caledonia in Morwenstow churchyard. Somewhat taller than me at the time, holding cutlass and shield, she ignored me, looking blankly towards the sea. Higher Sharpnose Point, February 2008 Higher … Continue reading On Steeple Point – “Treachery at Sharpnose”
Here are four images taken yesterday morning at Duckpool on the coast of North Cornwall. A combination of low tide, bright sunshine, and a cold, easterly, offshore wind. This is a wreckers’ coastline – to be avoided on a lee shore. Yesterday it was a place to take the air after Christmas.
A small, rugged headland in North Cornwall On my father’s shoulders. How old? Around two, I guess. We have climbed the path from where we lived, two hundred yards from the beach below. I can’t speak for him, he has passed on now, but for me this is the place, and that was the time I first … Continue reading On Steeple Point – Memory of the Sea 3
Aged twelve, on another beach, body surfing on the residue of some distant storm. A wave begins to swell and move swiftly towards the shore. I sense it will break just after it reaches me. As I feel the water begin to lift me, I launch myself. But, starting too soon and swimming too weakly … Continue reading On Steeple Point – Memory of the Sea 2
We had a great sail on Saturday – one leg being a long beam reach out to sea to a point well south of the Mewstone. The sea was a little lumpy and had taken on a deep greeny blue colour in the sunshine. For me, this was just perfect. My crew had different opinions … Continue reading On Steeple Point – Memory of the Sea 1
Easier on the eye, easier to read, easier to get round the site in the few seconds you have to spare.
It has been well over a year since I last posted here. There are reasons for this and I will talk about them in time. But now that I am ready to start again, I find that the title ‘bill’s boatblog’ does not adequately cover what I want to say. I want to reflect wider … Continue reading Steeple Point