Just a few photos from my evening stroll at harvest time. Views over the Crouch Estuary and around little-known parts of Hockley. The Parish Council has worked hard to maintain our public footpaths.
Sunday evening walk in August
Author: Jon Stow
In between the showers
Views from the cliffs at Leigh on Sea with oil refineries, Hadleigh Castle and Kent in the distance. Bracing walk and breezy today considering it’s June.
Scene on way to client.
Sunshine would have been nice but…
The Sights and Sounds of Spring
Spring must be here. The daffodils are blooming, white blossom is prominent, the birds are singing, and the ice cream van is blaring out “The Teddy Bears’ Picnic”.
Tavistock Square
The Square has seen a sad time recently but it is one of my old haunts and I have eaten many a lunch sitting on a bench, sometimes with friends, and watching the people, birds and squirrels. Bloomsbury has several such squares, all rather lovely, but Tavistock Square has the famous statue of Gandhi and the memorial to those who died in Hiroshima in 1945. It is (clich?? coming) an oasis of peace amidst much fine Georgian architecture, although there are some more modern but mostly appropriate buildings.
The pier lift in the morning sunshine
Southend pier and seafront after our Essex Business Network meeting this morning
A lovely sunny crisp start to the day.
Views from Westcliff cliff top this morning before and after breakfast networking
It really is a nice part of the world where we live.
Views near Hockley Parish Church
Today's Spring evening looking North towards the tidal River Crouch from one of our many footpaths, which are currently very dusty due to the long dry spell.
Now the white Spring flowers are in full spate
The last two evenings on my favourite walk the Spring flowers are really prominent. The wood anemones carpet the ancient hornbeam woods, and along the edge the May flowers are there in all their glory. The big trees have hardly made an effort to come into leaf, not even the adjacent hornbeam.
The May is cause for conversation with a dog walker as we admire the show.
The cock robins sing their songs from the bare trees and the telegraph wires, staking out their territories. There is so much to see and hear and I feel sorry for the girl running with her head down, earphones in place, because she is missing the audio-visual show.
