Thursday, 20 February 2014

Turquoise Cape, Exposed and Slippery Steps

"Turquoise Cape" :- Rottingdean is an ancient and historical village on the south coast of England and just 5.95 kilometers (or 3.7 miles) East of Brighton. It's mentioned in the Domesday Book of 1086 and is famous for being (at some point) the home to the author Rudyard Kipling and the Pre-Raphaelite artist Sir Edward Burne-Jones. This is building is called "The Cape" and it's situated on the clifftop road of Marne Drive (A259) and commands wonderful views over the English Channel. This shot was taken from the clifftop looking North (with the sea way down behind and below me) towards the building. I can't help feeling that a huge amount of money passed hands somewhere along the line in order for planning permission to be given to such an odd and out of place building. It doesn't ft in with anything in the immediate area and is very out of keeping with the overall look and feel of the village.

"Exposed" :- The ever changing features of the beach surprised me yet again a week or so ago as I went down there to check the storm damage. Where there used to be a build up of silt there's now exposed rocks as the rough sea has shifted everything around to an enormous degree. This image was taken just off the undercliff walk somewhere between Ovingdean Gap and Rottingdean beach, England.

"Slippery Steps" :- The undercliff walk was built in the 1930's partly to create jobs but mainly to help protect the vulnerable chalk cliffs that form and run along the coastline. I'm pleased they did build them as they managed to protect much of the ancient chalk faces during the last few weeks of storms. They also built into the huge walkway access stairs at various point to allow people to actually get down onto the beach. When they were new they must have looked wonderful but decades of sea water pounding them and a natural built up of algae makes them quite treacherous at times. They lead you into a sense of false security as the top half of the steps are fine and guide you unawares to the ice like slipperiness of the bottom half. I have found myself on several occasions flailing around an idiot in a last ditch attempt to keep my balance (and dignity).

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