Category Archives: Bexhill
A big change in the weather transforms the seaside completely. It’s promising to be very dramatic here over the next few days.
The official advice is to stay out of the water. People seem to concur.
The windiest corner in Bexhill is Marina / Devonshire Road. Luckily there’s a cafe on the corner to watch the weather in comfort. The sound of the building creaking and the wind whistling was a little unsettling though.
The Cheddar cob is excellent here…
The kiosk is a useful stop if you get peckish between the Sovereign Light and the De La Warr Pavilion. It also sells reasonable priced imitation Crocs.
The Pavilion is isolated from the sea front by perpetual building work, but it has great sea views beyond the scaffolding and security fencing.
The updated Collonade will contain a restaurant or cafe when it’s finished.
The Old Bathing Station is a great place to stop for a coffee as the sun sets. It’s open late during the summer.
The Cafe on the Beach is an extended walk from Bexhill – over Galley Hill and down the other side.
The beach at Bexhill is pebble-ridden with flinty stones. It plays havoc with your feet, but it’s an interesting environment with a lot of potential.
Some of the stones are curiously pierced. People comb the shore looking for good examples – children and middle-aged metal detectorists are particularly enthralled by them. Apparently the poloponised rocks protect against bad luck.
Over the past few weeks we’ve started a little collection of these holy stones. I’ve even incorporated one of them into my baker talk at the castle. Below are a selection of finds…
According to folklore, if we hang these above our stable door it’ll stop our horses getting hag-ridden. Worth a try (if we had a horse… or a stable).
I’m not sure what causes the holes. Someone suggested a stone-eating worm was involved, but this seems unlikely outside the world of computer games. Whatever the process it produces some remarkable results. The small white stone leaning on the brown stone bottom left is almost a cylinder. The small brown stone in the middle of the bottom row has three equal-sized holes – all linked.
I must have bought it some time ago and then forgotten about it. I do that. A lot of our DVD collection is still in cellophane (just as many of my books are unread). Regular work seems to be improving my attention span though. I’ve finished several books recently and can now cope with whole TV programmes and films on an occasional basis.
So we watched it. I didn’t know anything about it beforehand. The cover speaks of a theme of urban alienation, but that hardly does it justice. It’s bonkers. Albert Camus and Luis Buñuel must be major influences. You have to work hard to make some sort of sense of it, but it is an enjoyable task. I’m still working on it today. I can’t see Hollywood remaking it.
In other news we have had a bear in the garden. We think it was bear. We have this new bird feeder thing – a pole with hooks on, water bowl, all that sort of stuff. It’s very popular with the birds and Morris the local squirrel.
Anyway, this morning the peanut holder has been unhooked, thrown to the ground and the peanuts emptied out and eaten. That’s got to be a bear, right? It might be a squirrel I suppose but Morris is no heavyweight and that nut holder is sturdy. So we have a bear. Or a squirrel. Or an owl – it could have been an owl.
They found the smallest dinosaur in the world just up the road the other day but that’s long dead.