Cliff hangers.. c
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Indeed. The tale of the Fishermen’s Cottages left hanging 🙂
Thank you, Dale. That piece of coastline is beautiful. Of course, nobody lives in those cottages anymore, due to safety concerns!
I can well imagine. Would hate to be in one when it “desides” to take a slide..
Wonderful play on words there, Dale!
No words needed, Sarah, except perhaps “precarious.” Wow!
I remember when those cottages had some sort of front garden! Of course, Sylvia, what with me being 21 years old (going on + … ?) it shows how quickly erosion happens 😉
a tad scary!!
I certainly wouldn’t go standing near the edge there. Not too good with heights, if there is a sheer drop only a step away.
Oh Sarah, I was about to say I would love to live in one of those cottages…and then…well, it’s so sad. What a beautiful place…but how quickly erosion is changing our shoreline. I want to go to the sea now 🙂 xxxx
They’re very pretty those cottages, with such amazing views. I don’t know if you’re watching Poldark on tv, Sherri, but seeing fishermen’s dwellings so close to shore, reminds me of how the Cornish locals used to stand along the clifftops watching for the shoal of pilchards to swim in for the big annual catch that made all the difference between survival and starvation over the winter. I can imagine our Sussex fishermen watching from the clifftops for shoals, too, and their womenfolk looking out of their cottage windows with fear when they saw mighty storms sweeping in when their men were still at sea.
Here’s one of my sea songs I used to sing in recitals, performed here (as is more usual) by a man! It’s a favourite poem of mine, set to the music of one of my favourite composers xxxx
Oh I just adore this song Sarah, how beautiful you must have sounded singing this. The poem, of course, is classically moving and makes me think of the Cornish coastline and those fisherman and their wives as you so evocatively describe here. My mum used to work for the RNLI and I was staying with her in Lyme Regis for a weekend break when we awoke to the dreadful news of the Penlee Lifeboat disaster all those years ago. All of this I am reminded of by your captivating photograph and the link you have sent me…and of our fraught yet unbreakable bond with the sea xxxxx
That Penlee Lifeboat disaster was such a tragedy, Sherri. I recall it well.
When I was 11, our family went on a cruise on the good ship Venus (yes, I know there’s a rude Rugby song about that vessel) and ours was the nearest ship to a Greek cruiser that sank due to a fire. I remember seeing some empty life rafts and wondering where the bodies were. It suddenly made the ocean seem very large, deep, and scary.
Oh Sarah, that is awfully scary, how horrible for you to witness that so young. Lurching across the Bay of Biscay in a cruise ship one very rough March made me rethink future plans of crossing the sea ever again 😮
Oooo, that Bay of Biscay, Sherri ~^~^~^~. On that same cruise I was talking about, we were in a storm across that stretch of water. I might have mentioned this to you before. It was after I’d eaten too many cream cakes. Storms and cream cakes are not happy companions to one another!
Yes, and it was rough and stormy, horrible. Clever rough sea marks there Sarah! And no, storms and cream cakes definitely do not go together out at sea…you poor, poor thing
Such a shame that some of these beautiful houses are now too dangerous to live in, but still very picturesque.
I often wonder how many picturesque houses — and, doubtless, some not so picturesque hovels — have tumbled off these clifftops over the centuries.
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