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Through the Woods to the Sea

Bugs and bad weather have resulted in a certain amount of cabin fever here at Hotel H, but the lovely month of May has arrived so it's time to get out and about.  


We live in a secluded wooded valley that slopes down to the sea and late this afternoon when the rain had eased, we followed the path through the woods ...




A purple haze of violets...




... and bluebells


A waterfall cascading into the stream










One bridge I'm not crossing!



The path changes from mud to sand and suddenly there's the sea.






A strange creature on the beach.








Then it's time to watch the waves before heading home.

Comments

Elizabeth Musgrave said…
We have everything but the sea! Looks wonderful. It makes me feel a bit wistful for the sea. Hope you and yours are all fine now.
1 May 2012 at 14:06
Jake T said…
Very nice blog. Enjoyed it!
Jake....
1 May 2012 at 14:09
Pondside said…
A path to the sea - it doesn't get much better than that.
I hope the bug has left you by now and that you can get out into the sunshine as much as you like.
I love the violets!
1 May 2012 at 17:21
frazzled said…
How lucky to live that close to the sea and in such beautiful surroundings!
HAH
2 May 2012 at 00:10
Frances said…
Chris, you've given me such a marvelous collection of natural images to take with me through my urban day!

Just walking through the woods, listening for birds, finding amidst all the shades of green some spritely little violets, then sensing the presence of bluebells, then... feeling sand underfoot and seeing the sky open up!

Wow! You and Tom have an amazingly beautiful location! xo
2 May 2012 at 06:06
Anonymous said…
That is so beautiful, Chris! Our bluebells are only just beginning to get going, it's lovely to see them out.

You live in a lovely part of the world. Inspirational!

Dreaming of violets. :)
2 May 2012 at 11:57
Fennie said…
Really beautiful, Chris. And I bet the wind will blow away any cabin fevers that may be lingering! But in case not and delirium sets in you might hear in the smugglers' cove of yours 'Ohh ahh me hearties! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum and tales of three deckers wrecked on this very beach and Spanish doubloons thicker on the sand than shells. Tip me the Jolly Roger - ooh ahh!
2 May 2012 at 12:31
Reading Tea Leaves said…
Really lovely Chris. Reminds me why I would so love to live near the sea.

Jeanne
x
4 May 2012 at 10:46
Flowerpot said…
That's lovely Chris - happy sigh! x
8 May 2012 at 02:19
Chris Stovell said…
Thank you all for taking the time to respond. Sorry not to reply individually but it's been one of those weeks.
9 May 2012 at 04:08
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