Why is the beach at Marazion important to me?

The choice of Marazion for one of my beaches from the past is intriguing. I have described my choices as places that have hooks in me, strong emotional attachments that have drawn me back to them. Yet I have only been back to Marazion once since those two holidays when I was a child. Perhaps those visits were the first times that I was able to hold a strong memory, a solid sense of “place”. In a way, however, I no longer have true memories from my childhood: they are more memories of memories. They are idealisations, romantic pictures of my childhood; they hold the first hints of love, of special, personal friends. Perhaps there were the first steps to

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Nice piece about Cogden Beach

I came across this nicely written article on the “this is Cornwall” website. I have not spoken about the many collections of beach litter that have been gathered together in structures and patterns at the top of Cogden Beach, but perhaps I shall soon. Click here to take a look.

The horizon seemed so close at Cogden Beach

On Friday we walked on Cogden Beach in the wind. It was some time before I was able to see, my eyes were streaming so much to start with. Then at the end of the walk I could hardly see clearly because of the salt spray on my specs!

Cogden Beach is a wild, wide empty space yet it felt closed in and the horizon seemed so close. I cannot begin to explain why it seems this way. The sea has made a wider space between the low and high tide lines (and it was about low tide when we got there) and has thrown up a higher than normal bank perhaps, but that would only make the horizon seem

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Whipped for Christmas Day at West Bay

I wish I had taken my camera and camcorder when we went for our Christmas Day seaside constitutional yesterday. The sun was glorious; the wind whipped up the sea a bit; the sky full of colour and form; and there was enough nip in the air to keep the blood pulsing and the nerve endings quivering. But art and photography were not really on the menu. I hope I can get down there again on a sunny day soon before the sculpting of the beach has changed too much.

Christmas Day at West Bay

Caught the last of the sun at West Bay

I grabbed the last hour and a half of sunshine and went down to West Bay this evening. Long winter shadows, warm red glow. I went to West Beach because I wanted to make some more notes of the shapes in the rocks that protect the west pier of the harbour. That side of West Bay doesn’t get the sweeping views: you are forced to look at the more local, it’s more intimate, less beautiful but more human, friendlier. I love the way there is always someone in the shelter and Margaret opens the kiosk for some warming drinks. Today there was a line of laughing, smiling, chatting folk in catching late afternoon sun.

With the sun so low there

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Christmas beach-litter baubles

The Jurassic Coast has got Christmas decorations made from beach litter. Local artist Claire Nuttell and students from Arts University College Bournemouth used discarded bottle tops, plastic bags, crisp packets and sweet wrappers collected from Sandbanks and Chesil beach to create 20 football sized baubles to decorate Christmas trees at five sites in Dorset.

Beach litter Christmas baubles: Photo stolen from @LitterFreeCoast on Twitter (hope they don’t mind)

It’s great that someone is trying to get the issue noticed but I have to say I am not really that impressed. This is supposed to be by an artist and university art students, so it’s a bit depressing that the best they can muster – physically, conceptually, intellectually or artistically

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Still thinking about the view on Sunday

Perhaps because the sea was so calm, making it an almost flat area of colour, it accentuated the linear aspect of the landscape view. Whereas last week the sea was striated, with lines of colour projecting from the coast echoed on the land by the lines of field boundaries behind Cogden and Chesil, yesterday the sea was pale silvery blue and the distant fields milky with haze. So I kept seeing lines in the landscape, especially when the sun struck through the thin cloud and added contrast to the view. The hedges, lanes, paths, animal tracks, cliff edge, tideline, surf line, cliff base and fences all became prominent and, depending on the degree of sun, each had its own quality.

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A quick climb to Thorncombe Beacon before the rain

This morning I managed to get out for a walk back to Thorncombe Beacon to try to capture something of the feeling of the view east I got when I walked that way with David on Wednesday. The air was pretty still and the atmosphere quiet, so it was not as cold as Wednesday when there was bite from the north wind. The forecast was for rain this afternoon so I was keen to get up to the top before I lost the sun. By the time I parked at Eype (and was shocked at the honesty-box price for parking!) it was already a bit milky out to sea and the sun was filtered through thin clouds much of the

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