Christmas in Doggerland

Another couple of images lurking on my hard drive, from (I think) January 2011. It was certainly into a new year. Have always quite liked the image of discarded (natural) Christmas trees following the festive season. They make the unremitting misery of January feel even more bleak. This tree, dumped in the wash on the beach just outside West Runton, also ties into my neverending fascination with the decaying coast.

Haunted Bottle

I found this half-buried in the dirt whilst tramping round the old Harford Farm site. I'm assuming this is an old medicine bottle. As well as being the area of a former farm and Anglo-Saxon burial ground (covered in previous posts), it is also next to an old (now capped) landfill site. I've spoken to a chap who said his brother used to go exploring there as a kid and collect any medicine bottles that had been buried there.

However, as I'm still on a big M R James trip, I'm convinced it is in fact some cursed artifact of Lovecraftian evil. A witch bottle, at least. Unlikely, but still.

The Blakeney Witch Project

Walking the shingle towards Blakeney Point, I came across what I assume were the remains of a rotting, yet strangely-preserved deer - from the condition of its skin, I would have thought it had been washed up from somewhere after a period in the waters. Pebbles and twigs filled its cavities and it was sprawled in a roughly symmetrical manner, its hind legs protruding at roughly the same angles.

About a minute further down the beach was a stone circle, inside which were a triangular shape and the remains of starfish and crabs. Close by to this was a small cairn constructured from the materials found lying on the beach.

Nothing to particularly suggest they are connected or particularly meaningful, but in my mind's natural (no doubt misguided) proclivity to ascribe the macabre and the hidden to the world... I like to think they are. Gave an added sense of loneliness to the already strange atmosphere of the Point.

Gloves

For it is that time of the year when the heartbreaking sight of the single lost glove is just oh so familiar.

Wildlife Photography

All specimens snapped in their natural habitats.