Get on and Shine with Holly Honeychurch
Looked into my beloved’s eyes for the first time in almost two weeks. They may only have been his virtual eyes, but they still made me weep with emotion, for it’s there, where I find my solace and love.
Rosie took herself onto the beach last night. I’d been warned she didn’t like sand, so was pleasantly surprised when off she went, behaving like a puppy, free as a little seabird. It warmed my heart, as the beach is where I would take her, all those years ago, hundreds of miles south of here.
Rosie Posie. Sniffer extraordinaire. Super slow in her twilight years. A stubborn lil minx. I used to be able to hold her in the palm of my hand. 🤍
The windsurfer was pleased with this shot. Perfect timing as he was coming out the water quite near to me. It’s not often that I get to share my sea shots with my ‘subjects’ as they’re usually well out and truly out on the water, doing what they love.
Had to take an emergency trip to Scotland and now I’m looking after this lil pupper. She’s a strong will, this one.
As a child at the seaside I’d spend ages touching the frothy waves as they broke on the shore. I’d watch them sizzle and fizz. I’d put my face in the foam and generally loll about in the shallow waves watching bubbles. I still love plunging the water now and feeling bubbles tickle my face. Some things never change. My fascination with bubbles is one of them.
I explored more of the Lancashire and Cumbrian coast recently. This is Arnside with an eager, low flying Tern desiring my ice-cream.
Peaceful vibes. Come bathe in a sanctuary of springtime loveliness. Flowers by Sergey, with thanks.
