It had recently stopped raining and the stiff breeze was driving the clouds across the Channel. The large building is Marine Court , and the pier can just be seen peeking above the shingle.
The Firehills are to the east of Hastings, near to Fairlight. The Firehills are probably named after the gorse bushes that are common there, either because of its alternative name – furze, or because gorse burns easily or both!Â It is part of Hastings Country Park and offers great views across Rye Bay, as shown in one of my previous posts. The picture above shows the Coastguard Station and cottages, most of which are now privately owed.
This was taken from the cliffs at the southern edge of the park. The cliffs are eroding, and there are regular land slips all along this part of the coast. At Fairlight several houses have been lost to the sea, although major defenses have been erected to prevent that, which can be seen if you view the Google map link above, and follow the cliffs east wards.
This week has seen the first really bad weather we have had for a while. It’s not been one long week of strong winds and rain though, there have been periods where the clouds have cleared and the wind dropped. It was during one of those periods that these were taken.
The wind wasn’t too bad at the time, but the waves rolling in were still quite impressive. The spray coming off the crest of the way was nicely highlighted by the sun which was slowly being obscured by the incoming rain.
To give an idea of how high the waves were, some of them were reaching the top of the Harbour Arm. In truth I’d hoped the winds would be stronger as the sight of them smashing onto the beach and Harbour arm is spectacular. I’ll have to wait for that though.
This photo shows the Alfie Elliot being launched. The wooden sleepers that help move the boat over the shingle can be seen by the three men on the left. The boat is being given a final shove into the sea. When it comes back it will be hauled up to its mooring in the same way. I tookÂ a number of shots as it slid into the water, this one at the point of entry turned out the best. I debated cropping the image closer, but I think leaving as it is adds some context to the scene.
This is a view of the West Hill, Hastings. The prominence on the left is called ‘Ladies Parlour’ a flatish piece of ground that sits on top of sandstone cliffs that drop away to the sea. This ground was possibly part of the original Norman castle that was built as a motte and bailey in 1066 then rebuilt in stone in 1070. It is now separated from the castle by a ditch, which was apparently dug during the castle redevelopment in 1220. Since then the castle has been burnt by the French and bombed by the Germans. We have punished those crimes by charging their descendents (who visit the town in droves) exorbitant fees to visit the castle.
This picture has been taken from Ladies Parlour looking towards Hastings ‘new’ town and Beachy Head. The new town is actually the site of the former harbour, now long silted up. The castle is best pictured from the town, however this view does show what a commandingÂ postition it had. It remains one of the key visual features of the town.
Ventnor is a pretty little town on the south of the Isle of Wight. There are cafes and tapas bars overlooking a small sandy beach. In the right weather it’s almost possible to imagine that you are somewhere Mediterranean.
This morning wasn’t like that,Â a stiff wind was blowing and the air was chill after the rain in the night. There was hardly a soul around at 8 in the morning, apart from a dog walker, a runner and a dismounted biker having a smoke whilst watching the sun rise. It’s oddly pleasant to share a great sunrise with strangers, being among a select few witnesses to the beginning of a new day.
Everyone* takes pictures of the Hastings Fishing Fleet, so here is one from me.
The boats that make up Hastings Fishing Fleet are registered to Rye as that town still has official port status. The RX signifies this. Hastings hasn’t been a port since the middle ages. Repeated raids by the French during the 1300’s meant that the town went into decline. The old port, which may have been where the present town centre is, slowly silted up after the St Lucia flood. This flood, caused by a great storm in 1287 had a huge effect on the coasts of England, Holland and Germany.
*By ‘Everyone’ I mean those that have visited Hastings, seen the fleet and taken a photo. You can click on this one to view larger on my Flickr page.
I’ve always liked this view across Rye Bay. It was taken from Rye Harbour, where the River Rother meets the sea. There is something about DungenessÂ Power StationÂ sitting on the shore that has always drawn my eye to it.
It has a presence. The power it represents. The threat.
Living just 20 miles from it, my dad said it wasn’t worth worrying about whether it would ever explode as we would never know anything about it. Death would come quick. I was a child. I worried about it.
That was before Chernobyl.
Has there ever been a problem, we would have known about it. Death wouldn’t have been quick at all. It would have been slow, taking everything you know and love.
Only if the wind had been blowing in the wrong direction though.
I don’t worry about it now I’m grown up.
The light and clouds on this morning provided the view of Rye Bay and Dungeness Power Station with a suitably dramatic tone.
This was taken on a dull, grey morning.
I’d taken several dull, grey photos and was beginning to feel slightly dull and grey too.
Luckily, a break in the clouds over the channel highlighted by the rising sun meant the early start and car journey wasn’t completely wasted.