
‘Visitors to New York will find that both exercise and excitement may be had at a minimum of expense through the simple practice of jaywalking. With only a little experience, they may actually compete on even terms with the native New Yorker.’
Sic Spaeth
For now, I’m continuing daily shots from our walks in the local forest. Another photograph from my collection will give a wider view of the world and some of its wonders.
Sharing on social media means more people stuck indoors due to Covid-19 can enjoy the natural beauty of our world, so please do that if you’re able. Thank you. We might even restore a bit of love and respect for nature and help slow the damage we inflict on our world.

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So beautiful!!
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Thank you, Ishita.
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Love the bridge to nowhere in particular! It sets my mind thinking to a story…
Like you, I grew up near the ocean – I could hear the big waves at night and also the foghorn warning ships off Gurnett Light!
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Thanks, Noelle. Get that story written!
The sound of the sea seems to seep into your very bones, doesn’t it? Mind you, my grandfather and my biological father (he died 3 weeks before I was born, so I never knew him) were both sailors, so I’ve probably got saltwater running through my veins.
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I will lay money on that! Now you know why I am a water baby.
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Absolutely, Noelle. Unfortunately, due to almost drowning in a park lake as a child of about 4 years, I had a real fear of water until I joined the RAF at 16 and they taught me how to swim in about 2 weeks! It meant I’d paddle in the sea as a child but never get in above my knees!
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My brother fell in a deserted pool when he was six and wouldn’t go in the water for years!
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Aye, childhood trauma can stay with you for years!
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That’s a very beautiful photo. The tunnel adds an element of Victoriana, or that’s how it seems.
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Spot-on, Lynette. Like most of the existing industrial archeaology in the forest, this is Victorian. They certainly knew how to build strong!
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Reblogged this on Time Traveler on the road of Life.
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Thanks for the reblog, Brenda.
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That would be a wonderful road to walk upon and enjoy the shade of the trees. I couldn’t help thinking of why the bridge was built. And as always stretched out on a blanket on the beach, seeing and hearing the waves would be peaceful.
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It’s a pleasant walk, Brenda, along a road no longer used by motor traffic (except the very occasional forestry wagon. It was once a ‘tramway’ used for the transport of coal and ironstone. The tunnel is quite odd as there’s no road over the top at all, and the structure ends at the right hanb side. We had a look around and suspect it was built to stop the rather steep hill to the left falling dwon onto the road.
Like you, I love to hear the waves rolling on the beach. I guess my time living on a clifftop and walking to school along the beach sticks with my memory.
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