2010:365:229 Holidays are for ...

…watching the boats come home.

After this morning's walk on the beach Eliot and I had a wander around the harbour to watch the smaller trawlers land last night’s catch. 

The morning was dull … very different from the glorious sunrise of the other morning. 

 Cloud cover is eight eights although the forecast suggests that the day will brighten later.

 Little waves were crashing on the shingle and, as usual, Eliot decided that it would be good to come home soaking wet!

I spent a while trying to take pictures of the waves …

… again …

… and again! 

 What you can’t capture is the sound!

I did also manage to look at the detail on the beach as well.  These little yellow shells are about half a centimetre long... and shine out so brightly even on a dark and wintry morning!

 No wonder Eliot was confused and kept a close eye on what I was doing.

 The seagulls were all engaged in following the boats so there were none on the beach for him to chase today.  There must be good pickings from the various bits and pieces that are thrown overboard.  It is always fun to watch the boats come into the harbour and that was a good way to end our morning ramble. 

 Most of the activity was at the auction shed.  We didn’t go across to see what was happening so just took a few shots of the larger vessels and began to think about home.

By this stage drizzle was starting and breakfast was a more attractive option!  This is another place to revisit when more of the boats are berthed.

Eternal Father, strong to save,

whose arm doth bind the restless wave,

who bidd’st the mighty ocean deep

its own appointed limits keep:

O hear us when we cry to thee

for those in peril on the sea.

O Trinity of love and power,

sustain us all in danger’s hour;

through wreck and tempest, grief and loss,

renew the triumph of the Cross:

and ever let there rise to thee

glad hymns of praise from land and sea.

Church Hymnal number 612

William Whiting (verses 1 and 4)