Just catching up with some Beach finds.
A family walk on Ringstead Beach, 20th December
We were not there for Beach Cleaning but the children brought a few things they had found, they have been well trained!
They knew my favourite would be the piece of rust
after a few stormy nights the strand line is way up along the pebbles
and the sea and river together have created a valley in what is usually solid pebbles
I love the way the bridge is being decorated with odd bits of twine, an anonimous communal creative response.
It took about 15 minutes to fill this bucket
…. one of the many things that puzzles me is the amount of empty plastic bottles that people have taken the time to screw the lids back on and then ….? just discarded them presumably – what is that about!!!!?
There were some perfectly good gloves left next to where a fire had been lit
It has made me think about the need for a site for lost and found items – I found some prescription sunglasses on a walk three days ago – I’m sure they are much missed.
Hmmm….. how would that work?
And here a canister with the can itself rusted away, just the contents left
I cringe at the thought of what toxic gunk will have gone into the sea.
This delightful little cove in Pembrokeshire, South West Wales, as it looked yesterday.
Litter? Plastics? Looks lovely and clean doesn’t it.
But just a few steps onto the beach and….
I was even more distressed to see these tiny plastic fragments all along the strandline
but the artist in me I can’t help feeling excited when I come across something like this plastic bottle transformed into a feast of colour, texture and pattern
Blog inspired by Martin Dorey’s 2 Minute Beach Clean
Another bottle in a similar condition was found at Osmington Mills on 6.July.16. You can see it here.
The cardigan I found just peeping out of the sand at the edge of the water.
I just saw a bit of sleeve at first
When I pulled it out it was covered with weed and sand – I wish I had taken a photo of the state of it then, but I was so eager to discover more about it, I rinsed it when I got home and lots of weed came of leaving these little fragments attached.
Some of these pieces send me off on whole fantasies about the human stories that brought them to where I find them.
An extra small, hand-wash only, dark navy, woman’s cardigan.
Was it bought in Japan, Sydney Australia or the Netherlands.
Was it blown over the side of a yatch.
I would SO like to know more about it’s story.