We cycled from West Wittering and paused for a pleasant half hour on the hard at Itchenor – boat-watching. It’s 42 years since we lived at nearby Birdham. The view has changed but not a lot – people and boats.
coasts and harbours
Images from Portsmouth
Insects and thistles – the detail of walking
Moving away from boats for a moment and on to walking and photography . . .
Into the swell
Off Teignmouth sea-front, heading towards Exmouth . . .
A simple pleasure – looking
Having watched the yacht leave – (and totally failed to note her name), I indulged in the simple pleasure of looking at boats.
A film crew has been in Teignmouth for the past week or so filming the Donald Crowhurst story – Colin Firth, Rachel Weisz etc have been here, 1960’s fashions have been in evidence – (the reporting in this link seems to be all about Rachel Weisz).
I have a deep sympathy for Donald Crowhurst and his family. A lot has been written and spoken about him, the story sensationalised for public consumption; like the previous film (Deep Water), this film will bring it all out again. I hope they treat him with respect. Whatever the mistakes, and there were many from the very beginning, (each one stacked on the previous one), he put himself forward for a huge enterprise that had no precedent. That alone took a particular mind-set. Only Knox-Johnson completed the course. In terms of seamanship, there would have been no disgrace in turning back – or even in not starting at all. One can only imagine what he must have gone through once at sea. Retrospect is easy, Therein lies the fascination – the question is asked of each one of us, “Having got into the tangle, what would you have done?” Think carefully.
Heading out from Teignmouth
I have not been fully fit since returning from holiday. Yesterday I ventured down to the town for the first time to stretch my legs and see what’s new.
I am pleased to say, fit or unfit, the draw of the sea has not abated.
An unconscious change of taste and habit
Before we went away, I had started reading A.L.Rowse’s “A Cornish Childhood”, first published in 1942, a book I bought last month in a second-hand bookshop in Wadebridge. I knew him by reputation and was aware that this is a book every Cornishman should read and I hadn’t yet done so. Now we are back, I have picked it up again.




