I was partaking in a spot of morning photocise on Friday morning, trying to make the most of the morning light before the overly-harsh bright Summer sunlight appeared. On this occasion I walked along a path from Jones Lane in Hythe to the water’s edge, somewhere I’ve only ever driven past, so I didn’t quite know what to expect.
From the off I regretted my choice of footwear, it soon became glaringly obvious that pumps were not really practical. There was a little bit of soggy ground but the biggest problem was broken glass. Being on the Solent there was a fair bit of washed-ashore litter but also some, what I can only refer to as crap, left behind by those who fish there. A broken fold up chair, empty bottles of Bud, hooks and so on.
As I got closer to the water I found myself stood on thousands of shells. Underfoot felt springy, like walking on lush green moss in the woods but it was shells and crushed shells, I’m not sure that I’ve ever seen so many tiny shells in my life. Keeping an eye to the ground as I walked was essential and I came across this old bottle, which I took home and cleaned out, more on that in a bit.
As I walked it struck me that this was a very different walk to my usual one, I wasn’t surrounded by the level of prettiness that living in the New Forest leaves you accustomed too, but you know what? It was still kind of cool. The walk led to me asking myself some questions. We are in a blogging age when lots of people (and me included here so this isn’t a dig) tweak photos to perfection, crop out any bad bits from a photo, strive to achieve visual perfection (thanks Pinterest). But what about the bigger picture, sharing everything, even those bits that aren’t lovely – or trying to find the lovely in the pugly?
I came away from the walk thinking I had no good photos to share, but I love life and things like this are part of it. Good or bad.
I nearly forgot – that bottle, the one I found poking up from the shells. I took it home, I spent an hour cleaning it up – oh my days you have no idea of the stench of the sea that was within, it was packed with twigs, crushed shells and sand. I emailed mother for advice on how to remove the rusty stains from the inside, she came back to me with a few suggestions and I plumped for a vinegar and water solution and a touch of elbow grease with an old school wire handled bottle brush. I think it turned out nicely… what do you think?