On the day that Bernardo Bertolucci died, one of the articles I read contrasted his and Marlon Brando's behaviour on the set of the notorious Last Tango in Paris, with a present day pairing of comparable stature; Paul Thomas Anderson and Daniel Day-Lewis. Coincidence of course, but I'd spent a gloomy morning in Robin Hood's Bay on … Continue reading Baytown
Let's be clear. I'm not seriously hurt. If you've read my recent post about the clothing choices required of a wandering photographer you'll understand that some shots require the right protective gear, and on this occasion I didn't have it. So I didn't yomp across wet sands at low tide. Nor did I continue my … Continue reading Bloodied from the Wreckage
Before I began my rudimentary Italian lessons online I'd never heard of Cefalù, yet it is one of the most popular holiday resorts in Sicily. Perhaps my apathy towards beach holidays is at fault. In any event when I arrived there in late March, the island was still at the mercy of "The Beast from … Continue reading Kephaloídion
Given my love for all things coastal; you'd think I'd be delighted by a place with four pubs each of which boasts a maritime name; a place with an award-winning beach; and a place with a reputation for the quality of its seafood (no, not plaice!) A place where sailboats rest between tides as they … Continue reading Litoral-Leigh Underwhelmed?
My East Yorkshire adventure continues... After a good night's sleep in Beverley it was time for a very scenic journey north and east until I reached the coast and my next objective; Flamborough Head. Courtesy of Vera Lynn and decades of subsequent WWII nostalgia, most people associate English white cliffs with one particular location, but … Continue reading Headonist
There are peninsulas and there are peninsulas. The narrowness of the fragile spit that links Spurn Head to the mainland means it is easy to stand with water visible on either side of you. Proceed south and the Head itself is more substantial, but climb to one of the highpoints and you now have a … Continue reading As far as the eye can. Sea.
And so to the second of my subjects in the hinterland of Morecambe Bay... once I've told you a little about the bay itself. This is the largest area of tidal mudflats and sand in the UK, though The Wash was more notorious for much of history after King John's disaster there (which led to … Continue reading Save Our Souls