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  • Whitby

    Whitby

    Beyond the yachts, a glimpse of the Whitby Swing Bridge over the River Esk in Whitby, North Yorkshire, England.

    Apart from its links to Dracula, the town is also famous for Captain Cook who moved there from Staithes where he had been an apprentice to a draper. The young man was besotted by the sea, and his passion that grew every day as he gazed out from his lodgings on Grape Lane directly at the harbour.

    When he joined the Royal Navy he advanced quickly and was promoted to command, but before he making his first voyage, he learned his trade sailing on vessels from Whitby Harbour to the Baltics. Two of the ships he sailed on and commanded were also closely linked to Whitby harbour as they were built there.

    However, it’s the Endeavour that’s the most famous of Captain Cook’s ships, seen below as it returns to Whitby harbour. The ship is not the original of course, but a faithful replica built to offer a brief opportunity to experience life on the ocean wave for Captain Cook and his crew.

    The “Bark Endeavour”, a replica of Captain Cook’s ship, sailing into Harbour, overlooked by Whitby Abbey on the clifftop
    and the Old Boatman’s Shelter Apartments in the foreground.
    November 2, 2022
  • Beached

    Beached

    The shadowy splendour of an autumn sky
    Was radiant with the hues of parting day;
    The glorious sun seemed loth to leave the west,
    That glowed like molten gold–a saffron sea
    Fretted with crimson billows, whose rich tints
    Gave to the rugged cliff and barren heath
    …By Walter De La Mare

    October 29, 2022
  • Shade

    Shade

    “Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago”, said Warren Buffet.

    October 23, 2022
  • Pavilion for Scandal

    Pavilion for Scandal

    The magnificent Royal Pavilion, aka the Brighton Pavilion, was created for the Prince Regent during the madness of his father, George III. Building, to the design of architect John Nash, heavily influenced by Indian Mughal influenced architecture, began in 1815, and contrary to what one might assume, conceals an interior theme of Chinoiserie – the then fashionable craze for Chinese decorations.

    The Prince of Wales, who later became George IV, first visited Brighton in 1783, at the age of 21. The seaside town had become fashionable as a result of the residence of George’s uncle, Prince Henry, Duke of Cumberland, whose tastes for fine cuisine, gambling, the theatre, and general fast living were shared by the young prince.

    The Pavilion has long been associated with scandal, serving as a discreet location for the Prince to enjoy private liaisons with his long-time companion, Maria Fitzherbert. A rumour spread that a tunnel beneath the Pavilion Gardens lead to his mistress’s house, but in truth, it only went as far as the royal stables, because the Prince Regent was so unpopular and overweight towards the end of his life that he didn’t want people to see him crossing the gardens above ground.

    Prince George may have loved his Pavilion but his niece, Queen Victoria, “wasn’t amused” and didn’t like it one bit, and sold it to the Brighton Corporation in 1850, which is why it is a visitor attraction rather than a royal palace these days.

    October 15, 2022
  • Days of Future Past

    Days of Future Past

    The future: Mooncoin Coin is a proof-of-work based cryptocurrency mainly used for micropayments.

    The past: A little cottage dating from 1757 in the Irish village of Mooncoin (in Irish: Móin Choinn, meaning ‘Coyne’s Bogland’), made famous by the song ‘The Rose of Mooncoin’, written in the 1800s.

    The composer was a local schoolteacher and poet named Watt Murphy, who fell in love with a local girl known as Molly. She was just 20 years old, and Watt was 56, but the age difference was of no consequence. Both were intellectuals and would stroll along the banks of the river Suir, composing and reciting poetry. However, Elizabeth’s father, who was the local vicar, did not approve of their relationship, and she was sent away to England. Watt was brokenhearted at the loss of his beloved lady, and wrote this song in her memory.

    “How sweet ’tis to roam by the sunny Suir stream,
    And hear the dove’s coo ‘neath the morning’s sunbeam.
    Where the thrush and the robin their sweet notes combine
    On the banks of the Suir that flows down by Mooncoin.

    Flow on, lovely river, flow gently along.
    By your waters so sweet sounds the lark’s merry song.
    On your green banks I’ll wander where first I did join
    With you, lovely Molly, the Rose of Mooncoin.

    Oh Molly, dear Molly, it breaks my fond heart,
    To know that we two for ever must part
    I will think of you, Molly, while sun and moon shines
    On the banks of the Suir that flows down by Mooncoin…”

    October 11, 2022
  • Seascape

    Seascape

    The gull sails softly thro’ the air,
    For all is calm and still below;
    Peace, blessed peace is ev’rywhere,
    And all regret the recent throe.

    Thomas Frederick Young

    October 9, 2022
  • Steps To Natural Erosion

    Steps To Natural Erosion

    These crumbling cliffs defeatured and defaced,
    These ruinous heights of sea-sapped walls that slide
    Seaward with all their banks of bleak blown flowers
    Glad yet of life, ere yet their hope subside … Algernon Charles Swinburne

    October 1, 2022
  • Wild Beauty

    Wild Beauty

    Evening on the lagoon at Gruissan, in Languedoc-Roussillon, France.

    September 25, 2022
  • Winding Stair

    Winding Stair

    My Soul.
    I summon to the winding ancient stair;
    Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
    Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
    Upon the breathless starlit air … WB Yeats

    Named after the Yeats poem and staircase, the Winding Stair Bookshop and Café overlooking the River Liffey and Ha’penny bridge became a famous Dublin landmark in the 1970s and 1980s.

    One of the oldest surviving independent bookshops in Dublin, it’s unique atmosphere makes it a popular meeting place for writers, musicians and artist, a well known hub for debate and creativity with many poems written, novels penned and movies shot within its walls.

    When its closure was announced in 2005, there were mutterings about the end of an era, but in 2006, Elaine Murphy brought the much-loved bookshop back to life retaining a timeless charm with many its old bookshelves, photos and memories. And it’s still there…

    September 19, 2022
  • Many A Tale…

    Many A Tale…

    can be told be told by old doors. This one, patinated and weathered, the Mediterranean Blue paint revealing its age – and enhanced by a fusion of fresh new growth – in Andalucía’s Torrox Pueblo

    A thing of beauty is a joy forever;
    Its loveliness increases; it will never
    Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
    A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
    Full of sweet dreams and quiet breathing….Anon

    September 17, 2022
  • Solitude

    Solitude

    A solitary fisherman making for Cheekpoint’s diminutive harbour, overlooked by Great Island Power Station, in Waterford Harbour, a natural harbour fed by the River’ s Nore, Suir and Barrow.

    When Cheekpoint was scheduled to be a mail packet station in the early 19th century, the progressive and enterprising local landlord, Cornelius Bolton, built a pier, followed by a textile factory, a rope factory and finally, a hotel. Then the British Government decided to build a new harbour at nearby Dunmore East instead and the mail packet transferred in 1818. The passenger business that kept Cheekpoint alive ended, the enterprises failed and Bolton went bankrupt the following year.

    It became a fishery harbour in the 19th and 20th centuries, famous for a small fishing craft called the Cheekpoint Prong. Distinctive because of the lack of a keel, it was normally rowed or paddled and used for long lining and salmon fishing with drift nets, snap nets and draft nets. Few, if any survive.

    Then in 1995, a series of groynes were built up to 200 metres out in the river to divert the Cheekpoint Bar – a mudbank – that impeded large vessels from travelling to the Port of Waterford, The result was Cheekpoint harbour silted up so badly only small craft could enter.

    An old, neglected Cheekpoint fishing boat with an anticipatory name.

    If you have a connection to County Waterford and/or would like to learn more about the delightful Déisi, there’s photography and fact aplenty in my book, ‘Waterford, A County Revealed’.

    September 10, 2022
  • Old Friends

    Old Friends

    To reminisce with old friends, a chance to make some memories…

    September 4, 2022
  • Beckett’s Reprise

    Beckett’s Reprise

    “Moonlight is sculpture: seen and easily discerned in good composition like a suspension bridge, where each line adds strength and takes none away.”

    The exquisite lines of the Samuel Beckett Bridge, designed by the architect Santiago Calatrava, crossing the River Liffey in Dublin under a cloud moonlit sky.

    August 27, 2022
  • Here Today – Gone Tomorrow

    Here Today – Gone Tomorrow

    The derelict San Joaquin Sugar Mill, located between Nerja and Maro on the old coast road, is a fascinating sight, silhouetted against a Mediterranean sunset.

    (more…)
    August 23, 2022
  • The Samuel Beckett Bridge

    The Samuel Beckett Bridge

    Under a rare cloudless blue sky, the exquisite lines of the Samuel Beckett Bridge over the River Liffey in Dublin. Designed by the architect Santiago Calatrava, it’s his second bridge over the Liffey, the first being the James Joyce Bridge that shares a literary connection in more ways than one…

    (more…)
    August 21, 2022
  • Nocturnal Balcón de Europa

    Nocturnal Balcón de Europa

    On a deserted Balcon illuminated by moonlight there are just four people visible. Three are unknown, the one on the extreme left is a sculpture of the late king Alfonso XII who actually named the balcony during a visit after the big earthquake that hit Nerja in 1884, observing that “this is the Balcón de Europa”. Overlooking the Mediterranean sea, it’s known as the spot for a perfect photo of the sea or occasionally a slightly enhanced full moon.

    August 17, 2022
  • The Waterfront

    The Waterfront

    The riverside location in the city centre of Liverpool has undergone many changes since I left the city in 1972, not all for the better.

    (more…)
    August 13, 2022
  • The Lake Isle of Innisfree

    The Lake Isle of Innisfree

    I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
    And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
    Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
    And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

    And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
    Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
    There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
    And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

    I will arise and go now, for always night and day
    I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
    While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
    I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

    (more…)
    August 6, 2022
  • Megalithic Dolmen

    Megalithic Dolmen

    The sun sets eerily behind the Knockeen Portal Tomb, a megalith near Tramore in County Waterford, Ireland. Over 3.5 metres high, it’s the largest dolmen in County Waterford and one of the finest examples in Ireland, albeit unclear exactly what it was used for…

    (more…)
    July 30, 2022
  • Magnifico Montagna

    Magnifico Montagna

    The scale and magnificent grandeur of the Gran Sasso d’Italia mountains is emphasised by the seven distant motorcyclists (in the foreground), dwarfed against one of the peaks. Known as “Little Tibet”, the mountains are located in Gran Sasso e Monti della Laga National Park, near L’Aquila, Abruzzo, Italy.

    (more…)
    July 23, 2022
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