Sands shifting

After all the heavy rain yesterday and comments we’d heard about the beach, we decided to walk up along the prom this afternoon.
We haven’t actually walked that way for a while, certainly not up to the cafe for cheesecake and carrot cake since I started back at SW, but we felt it only fair to give Maggie some quality time and a decent walk. We’ve only been walking her round the block these past few days, and OK, she’s wasn’t well yesterday and hasn’t bothered us to go, but still, she deserves a bit more of our attention.
Our teams got knocked out in the first round last night, and I chalked one game as is expected of a losing side. To be honest, the four of us couldn’t hit a treble if it was the only ring on the board. I have never known any of us to play so badly. We played 701 down, my highest score being 64 and the highest score on our side 76! Abysmal, yet we managed to win the first leg, then were two hundred behind on the second but they couldn’t get their final double. We pulled back to wanting double 4 but didn’t get the chance.  The third game was disastrous, three hundred behind, and still in the 200s when they shot out. Our other team got knocked out two straight.

So getting home at 10pm was unusual and Maggie was happy to see me. It had more or less stopped raining, so Hubby took her for a quick walk but she didn’t want to do anything.

Today we’ve been into Skeg and I’ve got my fancy tri coloured pasta, 4 packs to be precise as that was all that was on the shelf, so next time we go in, I shall get some more.
Hubby needed a small bag of mortar mix as the wind drove the rain in yesterday and we have a lovely wet patch on the lounge wall. He checked outside and the mortar is cracked in places, so he’ll repair that. We had the dehumidifier going all night and that has dried the wall out, obviously leaving a water stain. I knew there was a reason we hadn’t decorated in here yet! He has given the outside wall a coat of water sealant which we used in the cottage and it’s damn good stuff for keeping the water out. That particular corner of the house is very exposed and takes the brunt of the wind, so he’s not really surprised, just annoyed that he hadn’t noticed the cracks before.

They’ve actually closed the prom path for flood defence maintenance.
These photos were taken in January 2018 and this is more or less what it looked like today.
The sand has banked up along the beach, and once again they are trying to re-site it so that the walls aren’t basically an asset to flooding rather than defence!



These were taken in March 2018, and though it’s nowhere near as bad as this, it comes a close second!
We couldn’t get down to see how much the steps are buried, but from talking to the security guy who was ensuring no-one walked along that part of the prom, you can’t see them again.

Again, these are March 2018 pictures.

There is a red flood alert warning in operation here, but although we are signed up for it, no messages came through to us. Hubby checked it out this morning and it would appear there are two accounts in similar names, and you’ve guessed, it, only one was notified. That has now been rectified and messages are coming through OK again. The interesting thing is we are just a metre higher than the red alert area, which is less than half a mile away.

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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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13 Responses to Sands shifting

  1. Sadje says:

    Stay safe. The sea looks angry.

  2. scifihammy says:

    And – this is summer??
    Really looks quite scary!
    I hope you all stay safe and warm. 🙂

  3. colonialist says:

    I’m sure you are not up to Flo’s versatility in flinging arrows!
    That sea does not look happy.

    • We all played terribly, so hopefully it;s al out of system now!
      My pictures were taken last year, and the sea was indeed very angry. It seems a little quieter outside now.

  4. DB McNicol says:

    Wow, those waves are terrifying! I grew up on the Atlantic Ocean but for the most part, the waters were fairly calm unless there was a hurricane.

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