Watching nature take its course, from the top of a hill in northern England

Distance Travelled


I’d never thought of flotsam and jetsam as being ‘seasonal’ like vegetables, but our beach finds were different to the summer collection.

Sweet chestnut husks, tossed in seaweed.

What No Spud 2-2

Acorns, served on a bed of black seaweed, with brine dressing


Oh…. seeing this image, has reminded me that I brought this seaweed oddity home with me; I hung in a poly bag in the hall, out of the reach of Spud, I think I’d better investigate, or it will be like the maggoty time we put the crab lines away with the bait still attached all over again.

Flotsam 1-2

I’m not sure what it is but I think it will sit happily amongst my curiosity collection.

As we entered the village on our way home from Devon, the trip meter on the car was showing 599.01m Tom was insistent that if it hadn’t turned over to 600m by the time we got home I would have to drive up and down the yard till it did so, to my relief it rolled over to 600m as I swung the car into the drive and I got straight to the kettle. Home.


Author: uphilldowndale

Watching the rhythm of rural life, from the top of a hill in northern England. Having spent most of my life avoiding writing, I now need to do it! I am no domestic goddess, but if I were expecting visitors to my home, I would whisk round with the duster and plump up the cushions and generally make the place look presentable. I hope that by putting my words where others may see them it will encourage me to ‘tidy up and push the Hoover around’ my writing. On the other hand I may just be adding to the compost heap. Only time will tell! Pull up a chair, sit yourself down, I’ll put the kettle on.

13 thoughts on “Distance Travelled

  1. Pickers and goop and maggoty times! The Cowboy begs to come roll in your autumn collection. Miss Sadie comments that at least that would probably smell better than the long dead trout he usually favors.

  2. One year for Halloween we dressed up as Flotsam and Jetsam. Seriously. We came with life preservers and seaweed and debris all over us and then poured water over our heads before going to the party. Crazy, huh?

  3. Your bottom shot looks like it ought to be dipped in high gloss lacquer and made into a necklace. Beautiful.

  4. Sorry Norm, nearly spurted coffee all over the keyboard when I read your ‘bottom shot’ comment!

    It’s always fascinating what you can find on the beach. I once found a Spanish bus pass – heavily faded and worn by the sea, but it must have made its way from a ship or, almost beyond belief, from the coast of Spain itself. (I won’t entertain the mundane possibility that a student dropped it on the beach!) 😉

  5. We lived for a while in a flat overlooking the beach at Littlehampton so can confirm what you find on the beach changes with the seasons. We had an astounding collection of buckets and spades in the summer, which the children gave away happily when they saw children without. In the winter we often found trainers encrusted in tiny mussels and one month the beach was littered with cuttle fish.
    An elderly chap used a metal detector each evening. In the summer his haul was mainly junk (ring pulls and so on) – in the winter jewellery that had been lost in the sea and swept round onto the beach. All taken in to the police station and claimed back some months later, gave a good little income.

    • That sounds like a lot of paper work for the police, but I like the sentiment that the precious thing might find its way home again.
      Do budgies still have cuttle fish bones in their cages to nibble on?

  6. @kKop – Nothing quite like having your bottom dipped in high gloss lacquer and buffed. with a chamois. Aaaahhh!

  7. These photos are most intriguing! Rather you than me having to drive such distances nowadays! xx

  8. Your photos are so wonderful…as is your banner shot!

  9. I thought you would be interested to see this, the website of an artist called Fran Crowe who had an exhibition we saw in Great Yarmouth this summer. Over the course of 2006/7 she committed herself to keeping a one mile stretch of the Suffolk coastline clear of rubbish. She collected 46,000 items of junk which she then catalogued and packaged as ironic ‘Presents from …’ as if they were holiday souvenirs. Despite the obvious environmental message of all her work, I nevertheless find her collections of rubbish to be satisfying and beautiful to look at. See what you think.


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