Le Touquet-Paris-Plage – August 2014

It maybe because it was the end of our holiday, and I was ready to go home, but I didn’t really take to Le Touquet. It might have been because we’d come from rural Burgundy to a town full of people, and an odd mix of glitz and ‘Kiss Me Quick’. It does have a beautiful beach…

…some gorgeous dunes…

…with feral cat colony.

Speaking of cats…

… it also has a wonderful chocolate shop.

I’d say this was something for Christopher Stockdale, but he wouldn’t eat a cute piggy!

Oh…and there’s golf.

Saltdean – oh…we do like to be beside the seaside.

A couple of weekends ago I was lucky enough to have a trip down to Saltdean to visit an old friend.

It’s famous for this beautiful Lido. A few years ago there was a plan to fill in the pool, and turn the site into flats, but I’m glad to say that it’s going to be restored.

It’s a beautiful spot, and we enjoyed walking by the sea…

…watching the sunset…

…and the moon.

Cornwall 2012 – Falmouth

Dr Bones, Boots and I are just back from a week in Cornwall. We stayed in a lovely cottage in Mylor Bridge.

The day we arrived was overcast, but we made our way to the beach at Falmouth. It was wonderful to see the sea again.

It was Boots’ first encounter with sea, and he wasn’t too impressed.

I don’t think this little chap was either!

This labrador loved the sea though 🙂

We then had a quick trip to the castle

…followed by a modest ice-cream.

Madeira Day 5 – Jeep Tour (Part 5 Odds & Sods)

I took LOTS and LOTS of photos, so here are a few to give you a flavour of the rest of the day.

The Boy doing his George Formby impression.

This was a rum distillery – doesn’t it look like a little Highland one? A couple in our group, Lesley and David, used to live in Jamaica, and Lesley became VERY excited at the tought of rum tasting. Sadly, the distillery was closed in order to sort out the plant prior to the sugar cane season. However, we did manage to buy some, poncha anyone?

All you really need is a sign saying “Don’t be stupid!”

“I see no ships….”

Got to go home soon…

The end of the world.

Madeira Day 5 – Jeep Tour (Part 1)

On Friday we went on a jeep tour round the east coast of the island. This is a fairly typical view of the middle of the island. It looks a bit like how I imagine Peru to look.

I bet this lido is very nice in the summer – it didn’t temp me right now….
as The Boy is from Yorkshire, he is made of tough stuff!
OK – this aloe is a BIT bigger than the one that I gave Dr Bones!

Most coastal towns seem to have a lido – as there are only two beaches on the island – one real and one created with sand from Morocco.

I’ve no idea what this plant is. It looks a bit like sage – but didn’t smell when crushed. I like the contrast between the azure sea and the dull green.

Madeira Day 4 – Out and About

The old cliff edge roads are now mostly replaced by tunnels. This is part of the old road on the west side of the island.

It’s still the access to this farm land. As you can see, all the terracing is man made (hmmm…now there’s an idea for the RA show, if entries weren’t already closed) – no land is wasted.

The sea was magnificent – but not somewhere I’d like to try swimming.

Some of the older tunnels were rather scary too!

No wonder there are shrines everywhere!

The Sea, The Sea

One way and another the Boy and I have been through the mill of late. So we decided to go and have a nice day out together. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen the sea, so we headed to Lymington. Partly because it’s a nice spot, party because it means you drive through the New Forest (and I could pony spot), and partly so A. could see if he had any memory of returning there from the Isle of Wight when he was knee high to a pork pie.

Lymington is a nice yachtie sort of place. We had lunch here, which was nice… but I was in the mood for some seafood, a bit of mayo and a hunk of bread, and it was impossible to find. As A. pointed out, if we’d been in France you wouldn’t have been able to move for it… grrr.

Now this poor chap was in the middle of painting a picture of the pub….

…when some bugger parked a white lorry in front of it, and started unloading some fish (very good looking plaice).

Here is an old seadog.

A couple of chaps who’ll soon be breaking the rules!

Now, I know what you’re thinking – she had a few drinks at lunchtime. In fact, a combination of spray and sunshine meant I couldn’t see through the viewfinder!

A convenient groyne (not GROIN Lorna) meant that I could get a shot of The Needles.

I was really pleased to catch the rods in this V shape. We had a chat with another angler who was after bass and bream but had caught “BUGGER ALL”.

The salt flats reminded me of Romney Marsh, where I spent a lot of time as a kid.

Hurst Spit separates the salt flats from the Solent. The perspective was stunning.

The Boy wanted to get his feet wet… but this wasn’t what he had in mind!

A rogue wave caught him when he was trying to find out how cold it was (very cold).

Yes – that is a Telecity t-shirt I’m wearing. I always say that techies (or wozatechies like me) don’t need CVs – we just need to send in photos of the washing line!

Got a bit arty for a moment….

One for Mrs. Pink….

Now funny you should mention otters…

A. had seen a sign for an animal sanctuary on the map and decided to head there. Suddenly, a huge sign hove into view – Otter and Owl Sanctuary! My two big Os – predicatably I started squealing. “Oh dear” said the Boy “if this place is shut I’m going to have to commit suicide!” Luckily it wasn’t – but I was too busy cooing to take many pictures.
I took this one….

And this one…but for the rest you’ll need to go to A’s blog (they are very cute).

Anyway – the buggers kept moving – unlike my trademark flowers 8-).
A good day methinks (and not a drop of the hard stuff passed my lips!).