Saturday, 18 April 2015

Just one more

I know I've probably done folk boats to death, but this one just looked fantastic in the evening sun.

Thursday, 16 April 2015

Floating Voter?

Boats for votes or votes for boats?

Presumably the Green Party would be in a rowing boat?

Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Danger signs

This sign always slightly amuses me.

It would have been helpful if they had been a little more specific.

Sunday, 12 April 2015

Waiting for the tide - Oyster Quay

Dolphin Quay is a good place to dry out, in fact that's the normal state of things, the tide only floating the boats at the top of high water.

It's a long way from open water, but home to some good sized boats.

The access channel goes past some waterside homes complete with their own moorings.

The owners of the immediate shore side buildings which used to house Dolphon Quay boatyard have applied for planning permission to develop the land into houses and flats, although I'm not very up to date the harbour authority were fighting to keep the moorings last time I looked.

Thursday, 9 April 2015

Water's edge

I've been rolling my rowing boat Gato Negro the 400 yards or so down to the river at Swanwick (500 yards when the tide is out) and I'm not alone.

I met another local sailor wheeling his DIY modified barrow dinghy down to the hard a few short yards from his house, off to check on his yacht as a gale had passed the previous night.

It might look like a wheelbarrow but I'd take it over gardening any day.

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

Bamboo Viper

I spotted this harbour launch, not only is it lovely but it's immaculately kept.

Bamboo Viper is a venomous green tree species found in south east Asia.

Monday, 6 April 2015

Easter Celebration

We're staying in Attendorn, a small town in the Sauerland region of Germany, surrounded by the Ebbe and Rothar mountains.

To celebrate Easter teams representing the four historic town "gates" go out into the hills to cut down a tree. Having hauled the trees on hand carts to the square outside the main church, amidst friendly competitive rivalry the trees are measured for length and girth. The winner was over 30 meters in length and was celebrated by some beer drinking and songs.

Each of the four trees are taken out to surrounding hills where each is erected by hand to form a giant cross. On Sunday evening at dusk fires are lit and the locals gather to light burning staves. They are wood staves, roughly three inches diameter and about a meter long with one end split, allowing it to burn quickly in the fire and is used as a giant sparkler,

The health and safety brigade would be going apoplectic, but it was all very good natured with children and adults joining in, no police or officialdom and more than a few litres of beer being served.

At 9.00PM the cross on top of the church down in the town was illuminated, at which point the flaming brands were thrown onto the pyre at the base of the cross which immediately went up in spectacular flames. On four hills around the town the trees which were felled the previous day can be seen burning, in the picture you can see another one in the distance, across the valley.

The celebration goes back centuries and is enthusiastically followed today, with a real sense of community.