Archive for December, 2010

Thursday, December 16th, 2010

These days, pleasingly, we seem to get seasons. Perhaps global warming is making the UK climate more continental. Either way, from a mere three months ago when the sea here in Costa del Cromer was well swimmable without a wetsuit, we’ve been through a pretty autumn to a blast of Arctic, all of which is good for the circulation if nothing else. Have a go at the shots in the Landscape Gallery. Run through from that one beside the New South Eau in the Lincolnshire Fens (okay, not exactly north Norfolk but they do autumn mists better out there) through a promising squall approaching Cromer to a bit of pretty snow on Cromer pier, all of it by early December and you get a brief slice of this year’s late sequence. And I’ve thrown in one of our Cromer regular film set, Jetty Street, a period piece of cobbled streetery (and a setting for The Go Between, among others) which I’ve photographed unusually from the sea end, going for the contra jour (technical term, now without the typo) reflections rather than the sea view. Shame about the van at the end but that at least is proof that with my shots, what you see is what I got. That Photoshop is overrated and will never catch on. Tell you what, though, and staying on the meteorological tack, this weather is shaping up to be a vintage skating season in the Fens. My piece in The Countryman January edition traces the history of Fens speed skating on the back of a few days last winter when they got several days racing for the first time in 13 years. This winter, they were already skating in late November, something unheard of in Fens skating history. Mind you, East Anglia isn’t short of skatable water and the reasons are sketched out in my piece in the January/February Anglia Afloat, the first of a six-part series on aquatic East Anglia, this first one running through pre-history to just before the arrival of the Romans. With Seahenges, double scale elephants and tsunamis, life wasn’t boring in those days although with the ebbing and flowing ice ages which made up the Pleistocene, it could be a bit tiresome. But then with all that water locked up as ice, you could walk to Europe. Was that good or bad? And still on the weather, a particularly brisk nor-westerley three or four weeks ago sent the windfarm installation barge, Svanen, scuttling from the Sheringham Shoal windfarm, where it is installing turbines, down to Great Yarmouth for a safer anchorage, only to find that the ground wasn’t holding there either. So it came back up to Sheringham and in close to the shore onto harder ground where I photographed it. Trouble was that the Cromer and Sheringham crab men set their pots along that bit and the conjecture was that the barge, a bit of a beast, must have dragged and destroyed a few shanks of pots in the process. But the operators offered to compensate for damage which probably makes them environmentally sound on all fronts.