Mechanical hums provide an unimposing soundtrack to my everyday life. Harmonics from the car’s engine, washing machine, water circulating through the radiators, and computer’s fan. While I was looking elsewhere, these familiar hums became comforting.
The Dungeness power stations’ humm travels inland with the morning sea breeze.
Wheelchairs can cross the shingle on their way to the Dungeness Spit. The pathway is a winding work of art. Visiting the spit is a popular tourist passtime, in the UK and the USA
Guls cheerfully call pilgrims to this pathway, bongo footfalls add some rythm to their calls, tempting me towards to the spit. Everybody Conga! The pilgrims danced themselves smaller as I turned toward the sleepy hum of the power stations.
High winds swept the Guls complaints away
A quiet sunday morning roam along the Dungeness coastline, interrupted by this sign:
Did I say quiet?
Screeching of Guls, wushing wind, waves rythmically shifting shingle, the humming Nuclear Power stations.
No persons, authorised or otherwise, near the scattered boats. No sign of the silent, dangerous, machinery that is in use at all times. No walls, fences, or barbed wire re-inforced the message of no access. Just the signed threat.
Dangerous, invisible, mysterious boat machinery? Maybe, here, boat booms live up to their name. When you come too close, the booms burst your eardrums, induce heart attacks. Maybe Jibs can jab like knives. Forwarned, I turned inland, pulled down my hat, and braced myself for a hike to the lighthouse. Exchanging an uncertain threat for the draw of machinery designed to protect
why I love England #14: nearby seaside
when you live on a small Island, small like Britain, everywhere is near the sea. The furthest place from the sea in Birtian is only 70 mile away. Sea birds, like these guls in Tiverton, can be seen all over the Island. English people on the island grow up with the seaside only a day trip away.
I love day trips to the seaside.
Kayaking on Lake Union was wonderful. Watching Seaplanes land, intricate and varied houseboat designs, awash in thick sunshine. We hired (US = rented) Kayak’s from:
Wendy amatuer-paddler
Waking at 7am. What is that?
Looking at the gray overcast skies. Fighting the urge to “Bail-out” before even getting out of bed.
Driving to Port Susan I passed a multi-car pile-up in the snow on the I5. What am I doing? Am I crazy? Its the first week in February and I paid to be go out on the water? Am I completely bonkers?
As I pulled into the meeting point the Hail stones pounded my warm car. I want to stay in my car. Surely the trip will be canceled and I wont have to Bail? It’s not canceled. I must be ever-so-slightly not-quite-sane.
The sun sneaked out as we unloaded the Kayaks. Maybe this wasn’t such a wacky idea. In the end no-one balied, tired and happy we wendy’d our ways home….
Sweet Silvery Dreams Wendy xxx 
