Uh-oh spaghettiOs! What a mishap.
I cycled past this and had to double back for a closer look. Not sure what happened, but it is strange. Curious how the paint tin is upright and lid submerged by its side, the spillage is in a fairly contained area, with no obvious direction of its fall.
Anyway, it lent itself to a photograph.
On the back of a couple of previous surfboard factory posts, here is one more!
At first, taking a few photos around the surfboard factory was just a way to kill a little time as paint dries; what with the slow start to the year n'all. Now, I find myself seeing snippets here and there and reaching for my camera. Maybe it will continue!
That said, yesterday's sunshine won my attention and we all sat outside. It's a 'win, win!' Sunshine and laughter outside, or remaining intrigued with hidden images to find, inside.
ME, THAT'S WHO!
My blushes would have been saved if a weather forecast had been watched before confirming yesterday's post.
There I was, swooning over the springtime bird song. Claiming the change toward summer was secure, and winter was behind us. Breathing deeply along with the northern hemisphere, as the late arrival of spring was merely a springboard (excuse me) toward long, hot, summer days. Exchanging umbrellas for parasols; waterproofs for board-shorts; winter stews for salad; G&T's at home for beer in a pub garden.
BUT NO!
It was only when the evening forecast was seen, did I realise, the size of the misleading waffle delivery in the morning post.
Screaming northwesterlies, 1o°C, pelting downpours. Bins blowing over, litter flying, pedestrians soaked and leaning 45° into the gusts. Please make it stop!
It is now the afternoon and the conditions have pulled up from the nosedive. Just about. The NW wind prevails, but the sun is out, and we carry on.
It's been wet. Yep, spring 2024 has been wet, with plenty of wind at times.
This morning the studio window is open and the serenade of spring birds is filling the air. It is soothing and light. Encouraging an extra 10% of breathing in, welcoming further into the body the delayed change after winter.
There is a cosiness to being dry and safely indoors with the rain, rain & rain pelting the windows, but it makes sense to find joy in the four seasons – especially on this side of winter.
Despite the weather, there are more people around Newquay, it's possible to sense the swell of seasonal workers and visitors arriving; like scouts for the inevitable tsunami of people.
Below are what may well be the last shots from town, before the onslaught. The Gifts & Fishing shop, sure to be open next time out with my camera. The furry bucket hat, replaced by a sun cap; the umbrella substituted with a windbreak or parasol.
It has begun!
