Here's the sea on Saturday - I don't know about anyone else, but I find it very hard to get good pictures of waves. No sooner is the camera primed and ready than it shakes in the wind, spray blows in my eyes, then the waves subside and reappear further down the beach. Yesterday a stinging hail shower finally put paid to my efforts.
|Huge waves - St Leonard's|
|View from Bembrook Road|
Had a coffee, sitting outside in the warm sun, at the West Hill Cafe, before retracing our steps and striking off along St Mary's Terrace.
|Views from the West Hill Cafe|
|St Mary's Terrace|
Then, down across the railway via Grey Owl's Reach - or Dog Poo Retch... it always smells even if there aren't actually any turds waiting for unwary feet on the bridge. There is an attractive little jumble of trees, old Victorian steps and tall houses before you turn down St James's Road. Another Grey Owl plaque here - where he was born.
|Top of St James's Road|
So, across the road past the railway bridge. When we first came to Hastings we enjoyed seeing how many times we could photograph the tower of Emmanuel Church from different places - this is one of them. Philosopher even sent the vicar an anonymous envelope of photos.
We read that the Germans used this church as a landmark in the war when they flew across to bomb London - not surprising, it is so prominent.
|Railway bridge with Emmanuel Church on left.|
On up by Harmer's pool to the bottom of Shornden Reservoir.
|The 'Blow-up' lawn|
|Arriving in Bohemia|
|The North Star|
Down into Summerfields Woods. We always have trouble here because things never seem to be in the same places twice running. We know we pass the old Walled Garden, and often we pass the mysterious folly bath spring, but often we end up blundering through the trees and ending up either higher or lower than we want to be. For some reason, I also find the wood a bit spooky - it feels threatening. Today, was no exception - and of course it was very muddy and slippery. We were heading for the Museum, but ended up scrambling out of the wood much higher up, at the back of the Travelodge.
|Spooky Summerfields Wood|
|A lovely summery scene: The Flower Market, Violet Vicat Cole, Hastings Museum|
Caught the bus home. Hastings was absolutely packed - the seafront looked like a summer day, the crazy golf was thronged - people obviously desperate to get out and enjoy the good weather.
This is a long blog post for a long walk!