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

Not Waving But Drowning


Not waving, but drowning, was my somewhat flippant post title, to refer to the fact my blog lies untended and unloved as I  am slowly being swamped in a sea of post holiday catch-up and crashing waves of  exiting builders mess and debris. But having read the poem from whence the expression came. I retract being so flippant. Instead I’ll throw this post a life-buoy, and fire a flare to guide you to my next post about the open day at Salcombe Lifeboat Station.

My domestic storm doesn’t warrant a pan-pan, let alone a May Day call, I just need to row harder and bail faster. Simple

Salcombe Life boat station-2

Oniros, a Watson class lifeboat built in 1938;  in Salcombe harbour for the open day.

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.

5 thoughts on “Not Waving But Drowning

  1. oh no, keep on rowing, i feel sure you will get there soon – love the pics! sara 🙂

  2. Don’t wear yourself out. Row a bit, then bail while you take a breather! We’ll keep a light in the window for you. . . .

  3. So good to remind yourself that you’ll get thru this. Keep rowing!!! Love the image!

  4. It is, however, always good to have someone toss you a towline even if you’re not, strictly speaking, drowning.

    I hadn’t read the poem before. It’s a good ‘un.

  5. Sounds like you felt like I did the week after I got back from our holiday – more worn out than before you went. It was worth it though, as I’m sure it was for you. Salcombe looks lovely. I hope to get to know Devon better in the near future, when my sister moves there.

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