At first glance visitors to Ipswich Waterfront see a marina packed full of yachts and motor boats all bobbing up and down on their moorings.
However, it’s not long before you realise there is much more to the area than weekend sailors and their cruisers. There are three boat trip vessels based at the marina, one of which is Victor, a magnificent old Thames barge.
Tourists can board Victor for river trips down the River Orwell towards Harwich, Felixstowe and the North Sea.
During the week there is also working traffic. Ships, such as this cargo ship, Suntis, shown here delivering a cargo of timber, arrive from ports across the North Sea. Boatyards dotted along the quays are busy even during the summer months moving sail boats and cruisers lifting them in and out of the water for regular maintenance.
These big old, Thames barges have been sailing up and down the River Orwell transporting cargoes to and from Ipswich docks for over 100 years and the other weekend another four joined Victor mooring up at the Neptune Marina.
Although the boatyards are closed on Sundays, it can still be busy at weekends as various motor powered RIBs and other inflatable craft buzz around the dock area in between the tacking dinghies.
So that is a Sunday snapshot of Ipswich, one of England’s oldest towns, reinventing itself for the 21st century.
Last month whilst staying with my father I hid behind the Venetian blinds and poked my camera lens through to see what was occurring at the bird feeders. There were several phases of activity when several birds arrived at the same time.
This very beautiful long-tailed tit, timid and nervous, only really managed to tuck in once the other birds had flown away.
Then a noisy chattering of starlings (well six or seven) turned up to muscle their way in.
After initially flying away the long-tailed tit eventually plucked up enough courage to fly back and hang onto the feeder and wait for his turn again. He obviously knew his place in the pecking order.
Not all the birds were interested in the fat ball. The greenfinches were happy to peck away at the sunflower seeds. Much to my amusement I did see the starlings make an attempt at landing on the perches, but they were too big, and, after unsuccessfully flapping around and wasting energy, they gave up and returned to the fat ball.
I know it’s known as the short month, but sometimes February simply feels too long. I often find it more gloomy than the dark days of November. Perhaps it’s the closeness of the much anticipated spring compared to the everyday reality of more grey, depressing drizzle. So I thought I’d consider some uplifting, diversions and a culinary treat!
Blue flowers – no fresh ones in the garden yet, but these saved and dried from last year.
Photos – capturing the delicate winter light at the waterfront,
or, that brief moment of low February sun at home.
Cake. Making a naughty, but nice treat. . . . and naturally eating it!
Memories. A moment of sentimental recollection on finding long forgotten toys during an otherwise fruitless search of all those boxes in the attic.
It’s been a hectic few weeks and it’s nearly the end of January and Christmas has faded into a hazy memory!! Finally, in a quiet moment I eventually uploaded photos from our visit to the beach on Christmas Day which is now a family tradition. This year we ignored the weather forecast of heavy grey skies with the odd shower and drove over to Waxham.
Naturally, as is often the way, the coast has its own weather and although it was very, very windy it was sunny skies and racing white clouds. It was delightfully refreshing. However, there was a downside and that was the occasional slap in the face from sand whipping along the shore. And, boy did it sting!
It seems each time I visit there are additions to and deletions from the sea wall graffiti. These new, free form ‘faces’?? may yet be filled with colour before the images are either painted over by the authorities or worn away by the winter waves.
One poor little seal pup had missed the receding tide and was stranded on its own between the rocks at the top of the beach. I used a telephoto lens for this photo. The pup didn’t look too happy and I didn’t want to disturb it further by getting closer. We hoped all the dog walkers would keep their pets away too.
Immediately the other side of the sea defences, on this part of Norfolk’s east coast, farmland runs along the dunes. It looks a little odd to see sheep grazing on muddy earth, but they are actually grazing the brassica crop, which looks like it’s turnips.
Time to leave. Interestingly, and I’m not sure why but there were far fewer walkers this year than in previous years. Maybe the WRONG weather forecast had put people off!
It’s a while since I’ve flown out of Heathrow and had such a good view. Not only did I get a window seat just clear of the wing, but it was a bright day and I had my camera to hand. It is surprising to see when you look down over the immediate area south and west of London how many reservoirs store the capital’s water.
I was so busy taking pictures I didn’t look up and check the route we were flying, but the chalky cliffs of the south coast are unmistakable. We passed over Brighton and if you look carefully you can just make out Brighton Pier. As we flew out and on over the Channel the chalk cliffs ran along to the famous Beachy Head. The chalk headland is a distinctive landmark with the town of Eastbourne a blurry mass of buildings a little further up the coast.
People these days take flying for granted, but when you can see and recognise the places below there is still a little thrill. And, who can deny the drama of snowy Alpine peaks as they break through the mountain mists.
It was very windy last weekend and the sea was rough with plenty of white horses. On the sandy beach granite rocks are strategically strewn across the shoreline in attempt to reduce erosion, but what’s that? – a rock just moved.
Walking down towards the sea we find members of the Horsey Gap grey seal colony flopped out and sunning themselves. Or, playing rough and tumble in the surf.
Or, simply having a little nap.
The seal colony at Horsey Gap on Norfolk’s east coast is popular with visitors in late winter when all the pups have just been born. We were surprised to find so many seals on the beach in August. Of course, there are always one or two of them watching the watchers. . . .
. . . especially when some of those watchers come a little too close and then the whole colony clumsily, but speedily move a couple of metres towards the water and away from the nosey humans.
You can’t see in these photos just how windy it was, but every now and then a gust whipped up the sand stinging any exposed skin. It reminded my father of the Shamal that blows down from Iraq and across Kuwait almost continuously during June and July each year.
Just over three weeks ago, when we had our mini heatwave, I was on a train crossing the Fens. It’s an agricultural and market garden region famous for being flat.
Up to the 17th century it was wet, low-lying marshland, until drainage schemes transformed the landscape. The Earl of Bedford brought the Dutch drainage engineer, Cornelius Vermuyden, to the region and, with royal support from Charles 1, draining began around 1630. The King received 12,000 of the 95,000 acres of the reclaimed Fen land for the Crown .
The process of draining was not entirely supported by the local population but gradually over the course of the 17th century the marshland became arable, workable farmland. Eventually, over 300 years the marshes evolved into the Fenland landscape we see today.
The sepia picture was taken from the train. The original capture looked less interesting.
I had more luck when the train pulled into Ely and was stopped for a few minutes. One day I’ll get off and go and make a long overdue visit to the magnificent Norman cathedral known as ‘The Ship of the Fens’.
Suffolk is well-known for big, open skies. These skies of cool blue with puffs of white cloud were made famous in the paintings of Suffolk-born, John Constable, from Dedham Vale on the Suffolk/Essex border.
However, it’s not always sunny in Suffolk and recently there have been spells of speedily arriving storm clouds and heavy summer showers.
These conditions, combined with the evening sunlight, have resulted in some spectacular, brilliant rainbows. Sadly, I didn’t get the best shot as it was gone by the time I’d run back indoors to get my camera, but one rainbow looked like it was dipping into a pot of gold in the depths of the sea. It was the brightest, most vibrant rainbow I’ve ever seen.
The next morning following the stormy showers it was the return of blue skies and white clouds complementing the painted houses bright along the seafront – a very English view.
Still, what’s to do on a stony, shingle beach with a very calm sea, ah yes, skim stones.
When I started my online shop three years ago getting to grips with product photography was essential. I found that photographing my painted scarves to achieve the nearest representation to how they appeared in reality in normal daylight, was a major issue.
Inaccurate colour, poor skin tones. 2013
Cleaner and more accurate colours. 2014 And scarf sold.
Recently I attempted to model my own work so I could catch the best ambient light. The colour accuracy of the two examples below is probably the nearest to real life I’ve managed. It was outside with bright, but overcast skies. However, pin sharp focussing proved virtually impossible working on my own with the camera on the timer. And, in the end I discovered that it takes a very special photographer that can make a back view interesting particularly against a bland background. And, that’s not me!
Modelling my own work Full Square One
Modelling Venus Falls Blue/lilac
Of course not all my work ends up for sale as with any hand process some pieces just don’t make the grade. After steaming I make a close inspection and sometimes a fault previously invisible shows up or water in the steaming process has spoilt the design. Naturally these don’t end up in one of my rag wall hangings like the offcuts do, but instead I wear them in my everyday life. Obviously, these rejects pop up in informal pictures taken by other people. Below, I’m just in from picking up folks at the local railway station! Focus is good, colour accuracy is pretty precise too, but oh my goodness somebody is always pulling a stupid face!!!
Then there are the pics taken on other peoples’ mobiles – more silly faces and now poor quality as the images get rendered across different devices.
Finally, and oddly for me, one of my more spirited photos showing me wearing my work, is a selfie! It shows an eccentric use of a couple of my old art silk scarves. Last summer I was turning my compost in the back garden when I unwittingly disturbed the beginnings of a bee colony and had to take some hasty precautions not to get stung to bits.
Sometimes you just need to get away from everything for a couple hours and let the wind blow away all the cobwebs in your head. The exposed east coast of Norfolk often has a ‘brisk’ breeze and I usually come back from a walk at Waxham feeling as though I’ve been somewhat sandblasted.
Most of the dogs at the beach seemed to thoroughly enjoy running around off the lead.
However, not all of them appreciated a soaking by an unexpectedly, energetic wave catching them off guard.
For me, I’m re-energized and feel ready to carry on with the wall hanging and now have a clearer idea how to achieve the finished piece – eventually!