It is, apparently, over a year since I last made a blog post! Well anyway… one morning early in February, I set out from high on Exeter Road, Teignmouth, where it was warm and sunny, to the Quay at Teignmouth, where it was not. Town centre, beach and estuary were all lost in a dense fog. I wanted to make some images from here at low tide, and so parked near the Quay and started walking toward Shaldon Bridge along the river beach. I’d hoped for a much lower tide, and so didn’t get much further than the Bishopsteignton side of the bridge. The mist though, was a gift, and things I glimpsed but couldn’t identify eventually revealed themselves after a few more paces. Heaven knows why some of those things were there. Two hours later I returned, not having met another soul.
Nothing spectacular, but I’m weary of the spectacular and overblown: here’s a gentle bit of extraordinary ordinariness.