Uphilldowndale

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

At the Seaside

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I’ve brought the boys down to Weymouth on the south coast,

Spot light on Weymouth Bay-2

we’re staying at BiL’s, my brother in laws. As Mr Uhdd is drawn to the hills, his brother in drawn to the sea. So he can tell me that this ship is called Clipper Sky and that  the dinghies, right of shot are from Weymouth and Portland National Sailing Academy. The waters here will be the location for the sailing in the 2012 Olympics

I’m sure we will be visiting during the Olympics,  our son Tom (now aged 14) tells me he might be able drive down, as he’ll be driving by then. How can that be, that he will be old enough to drive, so soon? But then I need to face facts as Tom is staying down here next week, he’s doing  a weeks ‘work experience’ at a boat chandlers and marine engineers, my baby can’t be so grown up can he?

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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.

12 thoughts on “At the Seaside

  1. Ah, yes, he can. And a fine job you’ve done of it, too, you and Mr. Uhdd. And Tom himself.

    Those images perfectly evoke the uncharted territory you’re all about to enter. I’m glad I made that journey with Rob the Firefighter (talk about grown up!) and I’m glad I don’t have to do it again! 🙂

  2. I can’t think of anything sensible to say today,.

  3. The awful journey down was well worth it looking at those photo’s. Time does go so fast doesn’t it, I already have two of my kids old enough to drive and my last will be learning in the autumn, it really doesn’t seem that long ago that I was pushing them around in a pram!!!

  4. Weymouth is a lovely town, one of our favourites. It’s also a good base from which to visit the whole area. The surrounding country and little towns are beautiful and interesting.

    Don’t forget to photograph the Jubilee clock (Victoria’s jublilee, that is) and the unusual painted statue of George III, erected by a grateful citizenry, not to mention the splendid gilded lion and unicorn below a studious king posing among his books.

  5. A beautiful place by the sea and away from all the nasty snow – enjoy. Yes, babies do grow up, mine have flown the nest.

  6. He’ll soon be old enough to start beating his dad in hill races…

  7. I remember the time when coal rail wagons would run through the town. I think they use to export coal from Weymouth years ago. Punch ad Judyman, red arrows on carnival day. That little ferry across the harbour bit, And there was a litte crab boat that use to land spider crabs up near the ferry terminal.
    Its probably changed a bit now.

  8. Oh and your all forgetting Uphills liking of natural stone. Portland stone, ahh bliss.

  9. Hang on, I thought of something!

    No, it’s gone.

  10. It’s great that he has some sort of idea of what he wants to do one day. And how enterprising to go all the way down to Weymouth to get the work experience. Too many youngsters just go back to their old primary school and help out for a week because they can’t think of anything better.

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