The Sea Walk

Today, a few of us went for a practice walk on Northam Burrows. The tide was right out, almost at the horizon, and there was a light breeze blowing towards the sea. We could not hear the sound of the waves at all – only the wind around our ears. Here are some lovely words by Janet Jopson, written during our walk.

Remembered thoughts of the sea walk

Mid grey pebbles

White fissures through

Sand bands of low key colour

Differing sea patterns in the wet sand

Dark course gravel, streaked through with gold where the sea slewed out

Rough rocks for defence, now rounded also by sea and wind

Heat rising from the sand

The tide way out, leaving a sand bar

Many, many shells

Some stuck and alive!

Sounds, skylark, sheep, barking, baa’s, my feet.


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Seen from inland

Dark ridge of rocks

Distant dunes

Blue silhouette ridge

Shipyard buildings

Radio masks

Terraced houses

Grass meadowland

Seated and sleeping sheep

Daisies

Far off cliffs

Sky

Sheep come near

A fly over my head


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Sounds inland

Skylarks trill

Answering baa’s

Human voices

The sudden stop of sound

Very distant hammering

Pidgeon

The sea’s constant sound

rustling

Janet Jopson

Essential Nature: ArtWalking in North Devon

Find out about the AONB art walks at Northam Burrows.

About throughstones

I am primarily a visual artist, living on the North Devon coast, a beautiful semi-rural area in South West England. I am interested in full engagement with 'place' and the eternal movement of life - particularly as it relates to what we call 'the natural environment'.
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