Down the Pacific Coast Highway from Dana Point through San Clemente then onto the i5, south and off at Oceanside north of San Diego. A couple of Pacific Ocean view points on the way before turning inland onto C76 by Camp Pendleton towards Lake Henshaw.
Lake Henshaw on C86, a Reservoir in San Diego County, California at the southeast base of Palomar Mountain. Here a couple of images of this tranquil body of water, private boating and fishing but a nice walk down to the waters edge after a cup of coffee at the cafe and truck stop opposite.
Anza-Borrego Desert State Park, located within the Colorado Desert of southern California, United States. The park takes its name from the 18th century Spanish explorer Juan Bautista de Anza and borrego, a Spanish word for sheep, although we didn’t see any baah! The view, approaching from Lake Henshaw upon high is staggering, the landscape of boulders, rock formations and sand into the badlands is akin to a moonscape.
Dana Point Harbour, with its marinas and eclectic boutiques, is a jumping off point for dolphin and whale-watching cruises. Surf waves roll onto nearby Doheny State Beach and Salt Creek Beach, which is backed by a grassy park. Trails wind through Dana Point Headlands Conservation Area, which has sweeping ocean views and an interpretive centre. Very nice fish restaurants are in abundance at the marina, we have eaten calamari steaks, mexican king prawns and good old fish and chips (American style) over the past two evenings. Some of the sports bars happy hours 4-7pm are great value for both food and drink. It’s almost impossible to not to enjoy the atmosphere of this very well to do community.
An interesting stay at Whiskey Pete’s casino and hotel situated at Primm, Nevada near the Californian border. This place looks pretty Disney from the outside, and sure is glitzy, however, the rooms are generous and the service is second to none, so for the money it’s great value. Upon entering the main building and in order to reach the registration desk you have to negotiate rows of all singing and flashing slot machines trying to entice the dollars out of your pockets. Yep! they had a couple of mine…………….
The Mohave desert, California, an arid rain-shadow desert and the driest desert in North America. It is in the North American Southwest, primarily within southeastern California and southern Nevada, and it occupies 47,877 sq mi. Small areas also extend into Utah and Arizona. Our trip from Primm to LA primarily along interstate 15 took in some of the most stunning of desert landscapes, if you make the effort to drive off the beaten track ie. come off the interstate and travel some of the minor roads and tracks it is amazing what you can see.
January the 8th and a brisk stroll along the prom at Brighton and Hove. Images in the mist and fog. Next week, hopefully, a bit of sun!
Very Early Spring – from the Poems of Katherine Mansfield
The fields are snowbound no longer. There are little blue lakes and flags of tenderest green. The snow has been caught up into the sky. So many white clouds – and the blue of the sky is cold. Now the sun walks in the forest. He touches the boughs and stems with his golden fingers. They shiver and wake from slumber. Over the barren green branches he shakes his yellow curls……Yet is the forest full of tears…. A wind dances over the fields. Shrill and clear the sound of her waking laughter. Yet the little blue lakes tremble and the flags of tenderest green bend and quiver.
The West Pier, Brighton. Was designed by Eugenius Birch and opened in 1866. It was the first pier to be Grade I listed in Britain but has become increasingly derelict since its closure in 1975. Here it is today, a sad and sorry site for sore eye’s. The i360 has been built where the pier entrance used to be.
A poem by Catherine Mansfield – The Opal Dream Cave
In an opal dream cave I found a fairy: Her wings were frailer than flower petals – Frailer far than snowflakes. She was not frightened, but poised on my finger, Then delicately walked into my hand. I shut the two palms of my hands together And held her prisoner. I carried her out of the opal cave, Then opened my hands. First she became thistledown, Then a mote in a sunbeam, Then – nothing at all. – Empty now is my opal dream cave.
Detail of fishermen and turbines from across the harbour entrance
Dog having a wail of a time in Portsmouth.
Fishing off the harbour arm
Two Horses – Edburton nr. Brighton
With extra arms
Westminster Bridge at night.
A walk in the woods taking great care to watch out for rattlesnakes and bobcats
An egret with the brakes on!
Green Park, London
Portugal – Atlantic Coast
Bognor Regis Seafront
Onto the Staten Island Ferry, New York.
Peaceful scene on the downs at Clapham, West Sussex – Christmas morning.