Weybourne

"Red sky at night, shepherd's delight" we used to say.  Actually, coming from a port town we would often say "sailor's" rather than "shepherd's".  But to be more accurate, we should have said "Red sky at night, blast furnace alight".  Being a big iron and steel town, even from where we lived about six miles from the works, we could see a flickering red glow in the sky when the blast furnaces were smelting the iron ore to extract the iron, which would then be used to make steel.  But no more; the works all closed some years ago and at 9.00am this morning around 400lbs of explosive demolished the final furnace.  It's sad that all those jobs have gone but I liked the optimistic slant on it by one worker interviewed who said that now it was being demolished he hoped that in 100 years time people would be just as nostalgic for whatever industry is built to replace it.

A late afternoon stroll on the beach at Weybourne, just to get a bit of fresh air after being in all day.  A little late for the 'golden light' on the beach but I liked the silhouettes that the setting sun gave me looking back up the beach.  And an extra of four Turnstones tucking in to a crab supper at the water's edge.  Slightly blurred, as the little blighters wouldn't stay still!