More time at Covehithe

Easton Wood is falling into the sea

Covehithe certainly has the makings of a place that can inspire me. I spent some more quality time there today and even though I was tired and lacking enthusiasm before I got there I came away after hours of dawdling feeling calm and bright.

Most of the time the sun was out and in the late afternoon the shadows brought everything into high definition. I loved the feel of the place and the eroding cliffs and the remains of trees add interest. It’s a place where the sea it’s winning. You feel that she can have anything she wants, it’s just a matter of time. There’s quite a bit of evidence of

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First taste of Covehithe

Spent a few hours at Covehithe in the end. I got there after the top of the tide so could have walked for miles either way. It’s something I’ll have to remember, always check the tide tables. The water comes right up to the cliff edge each tide so it would be easy to get cut off. And cut off is what has happened to the land here! The rate of erosion is quite dramatic. There were large chunks of wheat field on the beach and wheat growing right up to the cliff edge, evidence of recent land slips. Talking to a fisherman I learned that not so long ago you could drive right down to the beach past

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A small change of plan

I decided not to go to Holkham today after all. I realised that I didn’t want to spend 3 hours in the car today but I needed to digest yesterday’s visit to Shingle Street, do some writing and drawing maybe and perhaps do a short trip to Covehithe in preparation for a longer time tomorrow.

Return to Shingle Street

Yesterday I went back to Shingle Street for the first time in at least 15 years. It is so familiar yet strangely changed. The nature of single banks is it reflect the recent history of total action. The tide was high so I didn’t get any real idea off how the foreshore might be configured at present, but there was a spiral hook and island that wasn’t there last time I visited and the established beach seemed wider and had a greater covering of plants than I remember.

White line of whelk shells on Shingle Street

The weather was grey and damp (to downright wet) and the north-west wind was cold and raw, so I may not have fallen

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Setting out again

Sadly I have not been able to keep up as well as I had hoped with this Tidelines blog due mostly to all the preparations for my recent Open Studios event. It’s also sad that I’ve not even been able to get out for as many beach walks as I would have liked, but I have been successful in incorporating many Tidelines ideas and influences into my work. Nearly all of the pieces I showed at the Five Artists at the Chapel in the Garden exhibition were Tidelines-related, and even some of my #Collage365 work is influenced by this project.

Now that show is out of the way I’m hoping I can return to the Tidelines process in

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