This post is for Jessica. I hope she will like it. She keeps a blog, different in focus from mine, but this time we have converged synchronously. I looked at her post for JANUARY 3RD and my eyes popped. The day before I had walked the fellow of her Gower shore, on the northeast corner of the Cotentin peninsula in Normandy.
On January 2nd we and our guests drove out to the work-in-progress-farm of some French friends, Martine and Alain, at Le Vast. They had house guests too and gave us a warm welcome, some bubbles and canapes to celebrate the New Year and we chatted in mixed English and French, in various stages of fracture (!), on subjects as diverse as assisted suicide, the standing of Sarkozy with his people, and the March weekend we will spend in Paris with a group of French friends when England play France at Rugby. Before we left, we posed for a PHOTO along their frontage.
The St Vaast contingent drove back to 104, we ate bread and cheese, then we stalwart females took ourselves off for a coastal walk. Coincidentally we met Martine and her sister with their dogs on the same shore. Their menfolk were asleep by the “cheminee” also!
It was a good walk, with an outgoing leg in sunny, mild conditions along A SHELTERED SHORE. We returned through the villages, the sun went in and suddenly it was very cold.
But the memorable aspect of this walk is the amazing ripplescape we found at the headland where, at low water, there is a small offshore islet, separated by a channel through which the sea must course in vigorous weather conditions. The sands around the point were pocked, pinched, crinkled, folded into a complex, structured arrangement of bedforms.
My friend Jessica sees beauty around her everywhere she looks at the coast: pattern, texture, colour, humour. When I’m on the beach I mostly see SHELLS – other things too, but it is the shells that excite. What a happy marriage then of shell shapes in these bedforms. It looks as if some giant shells have been pressed into the sands to create the regular patterns we saw at Reville.
On January 3rd Jessica posted several images, taken on New Year’s Day 2010, showing A RIPPLESCAPE on the Llangennith end of the beach, close to the island of Burry Holms, on the Gower in South Wales. Imitation is a sincere form of flattery so I am glad to post my pictures, taken a day later some 425 km away, of the extraordinary sandy relicts of a recently receded tide. What complex interaction of currents, wind and tidal effects must have produced these clearly defined ornamented surfaces on the sands at these two coastal locations? I wonder how many other beaches were sculptured in the same way?