Friday, 14 November 2014

Cone of Light, Wet Slipway and Land of Tales

Cone of Light :- Something a little different from me. No old historical buildings, no beach scene or landscape. Some tarmac and several traffic cones caught by the October sunlight during midday walk around Brighton. The cones were on the A23 as it bends around the corner at the bottom of Church Street (By the pedestrian crossing and near the Dome and Pavilion Gardens). I thought I'd post this today as I have had it on file forjust over two years and now seemed as good a time as any due to all the roadworks that are currently going on in Brighton (and making it increasingly harder to navigate). It's safe to say that right now you will see more of these in the famous historical seaside city than you will Regency & Georgian buildings. You will see more of these than you will see gulls, ice cream sellers and kiss me quick hats. You will see more of these than you will stag do's and hen nights staggering on their drunken way through town. It's only a matter of time before Brighton's coat of arms has a traffic cone added to it. As always though, there is beauty to be found in anything providing you look at it in the right way. I was fascinated by the cone being lit by the sun when the other cones nearby were still rather dull and lifeless.

Wet Slipway :- Cold, wet and damp. The greyness seemed to fill every pore as a clammy feeling did its best to stick to everything. The storm had been rolling in for some time and couldn't make its mind up if it should rain or not so it kept doing a bit of both. It rained for a few minutes then stopped for a few minutes before raining again and stopping again. Mother nature was stuck on repeat. No boats out at sea. No people on the undercliff promenade. No gulls flying. Nothing. Just intermittent rain and a rather forlorn looking man with a camera.

Land of Tales :- A mystical place full of shadows and light. Lichen covered trees throw strange contorted shapes as if they are trying to "Vogue" in order to impress the moss covered rocks that jostle for position around their base. It's easy to see how this seemingly enchanted area became the muse for countless poets, artists and story tellers. This is Wistman's Wood, a remote high-altitude oakwood on Dartmoor in Devon, England. It's located in the valley of the West Dart River near an area called Two Bridges and depending on how fit you are it takes anything from 20 to 45 minutes to negotiate the route to get there. The footpath starts off looking like all footpaths should with broken stones and dirt forming most of its build but then grass and granite take over and tree roots and loose rocks try to add to the fun as the path undulates and wanders. It's actually one of the highest oakwoods in Britain and in 1964 it was selected as a Site of Special Scientific Interest. The wood consists of oak and some rowan trees. There are also a few holly and hawthorn as well as some hazel and eared-willow. Legend has it that this is where the hellhounds reside but I didn't see any sign of wildlife at all whilst I was there apart from one bare footed hippy girl who sat among the rocks and seemed to fall into some transcendental state before soundlessley padding off into the distance to transcend somewhere else. Thisi is also the wood made famous by the artists Brian Froud (of Dark Crystal and Labyrinth fame) and Alan Lee (of Lord of the Rings fame).

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