Gentle waves wash at
chalk scattered sands that lie
beneath birthing cliffs
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Great picture and a poem too! Thanks for posting.
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Thanks, Brenda.
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I loved reading your exchange with noelleg44. Having experienced all the weather without shoes for two years, I think that you would manage the subarctic cold just fine. You’re made of tough stuff!
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I was a kid then, Lynette. These days, the cold kills me! Fortunately, there’s plenty of cold weather gear to mitigate that chill.
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There definitely is. I walked home in -39C yesterday and wasn’t cold at all in my great parka although there was frost on my eyelashes!
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Wow! That is soooo cold.
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This one had me take a nice deep breath and take it all in!
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The headland at the end of the cliff is called Flamborough Head, Noelle. And the other side is a great seabird colony. It’s a fascinating place to walk. Mind you, the North Sea is usually pretty chilly!
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Fine by me. The sea air would be welcome!
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I know how cool it can be, Noelle. From the age of 5 to 7 I lived about 15 miles south of this spot, in an old railway carriage, still on its wheels, about 5 feet from the cliff edge. I used to walk to school along the beach, never wore shoes for those two years. I couldn’t swim at the time, but paddled, of course. And a lady of 70+ used to visit the place daily and swim in the sea, no matter what the weather or temperature!
I had a love of wild weather, even as a child, and used to stand right on the edge of the cliff in thunder storms so I could watch the lightning out on the horizon and enjoy the waves breaking against the cliff 30 feet below. For some odd reason, my mum used to call me inside!
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You lived in an old railway carriage? How fascinating? But maybe it wasn’t so snug in the cold?
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Oh, it was cosy enough with 2 adults and 3 kids. The whole place was kept toasty with a paraffin hurricane lamp! Mind you, initially, we were obliged to get washed under a hand pump outside! Coooold! Later on, a tin bath was hung on the back of the carriage and brought inside to be filled with kettles of water heated on the gas stove!
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Wow, pioneer days!
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It was one of the happiest times of a happy childhood, Noelle. We were sad to leave that unusual home, but compensated for by the fact we then went to a house where we had proper bedrooms!
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