The Last Bank Holiday of the Year, August 2017.  #holiday #Hastings #beach #festival #music #Boyzone #weekend

What better way to spend the bank holiday weekend than down on a British beach, with summery British weather & a wild mix of British people all having a thoroughly good time. Everyone entertained by Hastings Old Town, spending their English pound and speaking in their English tongue, turning pink and trying new things. Watching and observing, or taking part and letting go.

The weekend started with a big Boyzone concert on Hastings Pier. Ronan Keating and fellow Irish lyrical lads were singing till late, out at sea, under an orange moon and far from the madding crowd. Girls were ecstatically happy, the boyfriends were less-than pleased.

Safe parties on the beach, picnics, swimming, sailing, church-bells, wrapped fish and chips to individual tapas, it can be original or fancy, working classy to posh and arty.

Everyone is welcome.

By next week this pebbly beach will be a desert, not from stones to sand but from lots of people to very few. But it won’t be long before we can fish out and dish out a new festival, The Seafood and Wine Weekend, in 3 weeks, for example: the celebration of British wine and seafood; a feasting festival, with plenty of live music and tipsy-ness.

Wherever you are in Britain, I hope you’re taking full advantage of the last, long bank holiday of the year. It is still summer, despite an early crop of apples, signifying a shift into autumn.

Hastings is merely a stone’s throw away from London… lots of things have happened since 1066…

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Drumming up support #RNLI #charities #lifeboats #pirates #Hastings #Shakespeare #TheTempest #parades #drummers 

In this photo The Drumskull pirate drummers are drumming inside the Hastings Lifeboat Harbour Building (RNLI Hastings. Saving lives at sea since 1858). The echo of the beating drums is defiant; a pounding and thunderous roll.

A small sense of irony in that pirates are raising money for lifeboats, but what a wonderful thing! Hats off to anyone and everyone who raises and contributes money for charities big and small.

William Shakespeare is said to have derived some of the inspiration for his play, ‘The Tempest’ from a shipwreck that began on this day in 1609, as described by Silvester Jourdan, “… we were taken with a most sharpe and cruell storme upon the five and twentieth day of July, Anno 1609, which did separate us from the residue of our fleet…”

Luckily for the crew, on their way to Virginia, they fell upon ‘the islands of Barmudas’ where they remained for 9 months, ‘fruitful and inchanted.’

Back in 2016 it’s time to enjoy the summer season whether on the English coast or abroad or maybe some exotic island.  

Remember to pop a bit of money in a charity box; a few savings.

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Bottoms Up!

Someone once said, ‘there’s no place like home’ 

Well in these circumstances one might say, ‘this is no place for a home!’

The photo shows the stern (the end) of an old fishing boat, the bow (the larger front part) is standing opposite and is now part of a collection of tall fishing net sheds for drying.

Smuggling was rife in the old port towns in 19th century England, any boat caught carrying illegal products would be sawn in half…there are many boats that succumbed to such a fate.

But imagine being resurrected as a cute little house, complete with window and net (not the fishing kind) curtains! No fuss, no hassle, no stairs (this must be every old man’s dream) – ‘The Old Man And The Sea’ wrote Ernest Hemingway.  

Poet laureate John Masefield developed a love for sailors’ salty stories and his famous poem ‘Sea Fever’ featured in Salt Water Ballads (1902).

Few possessions and a simple life; there are many a men who might say ‘I’ll drink to that, bottoms up!’

  

Sandcastles and Sundowners

Time to take the train down to the seashore (whatever your age) put on a sun hat, some sun screen and enjoy the summer! 

There are rock pools with fishes and barnacles; golden grains to turn into sandcastles; picnics with ice creams, candy floss and donuts; you can paddle up to your ankles; low tide for shell seekers and high tide for surf boarders; screechy seagulls; plenty of sand to get into sandwiches (the word sand is there already!). Live out an Enid Blyton book with lashings of lemonade and ginger beer.

Everyone can mix and mingle happily on the beach,

‘The Owl and The Pussy-cat went to sea

In a beautiful pea-green boat…’ (Edward Lear, 19th century)

Let your imagination flow, live a little nonsense like Victorian poet Edward Lear, then go home ‘dance to the light of the moon’ and be serious for the rest of the week…thinking fondly of the fun you can have beside the sea with time and rhyme!