Saturday Ramblings - 3rd April 2004

When fanciful aspirations of things that might be are swept aside by the realisation that some things will probably never be, and you come to realise that yes, this is really it - there is no more, then the best thing to do is to go and stand on a windswept beach and just listen to the waves for a while. And so Nosher did, preceded by a quick muso hang-out in Diss with the guys from "The Harvs", who Nosher met recently and with whom he will hopefully be gigging with at some point in the not-too-distant future, and followed by a stop at Blythburgh Church for one of those spiritual moments (being an Agnostic who happens to like churches). Blythburgh Church has now been immortalised in the song "Black Shuck" by Lowestoft's "The Darkness". The demon-dog Black Shuck is an East Anglian legend, and is said to haunt graveyards and country lanes. Sometimes Black Shuck is headless, or sometimes has bright eyes that can be seen in the dark. He follows travellers step-for-step, and if they should turn and see him, a close family member will die within 12 months. The word Shuck derives from Anglo-Saxon "Scucca" (meaning devil). Both Blythburgh and Bungay churches are said to have scorch marks on their doors caused by blows from Shuck's "fatal paw".

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The guys from "The Harvs" (http://www.theharvs.com/) busk their thing outside Clinton Cards on Mere Street in Diss

Guitar-case action...

A passer-by talks about Woody Guthrie

Jon "Ninja" Mortlock wanders past

A nice and gloomy vista looking down along the breakwater

Self-timer photo. Concrete. Sky. Split.

I like groynes. They just sit there, being battered by the endless sea.

Beach huts

Blown away: This hut seen better times

Another hut has these rather sweet childlike paintings on the door

Adnams branch out from selling beer to selling sheds

Looking back to Southwold from the recently-refurbished pier

All around the pier are little plates, presumably those provided by sponsors of the refurbishment work. This one caught Nosher's eye as it reminded me of my mate Wavy Davy

The brilliant Water Clock, built by inventor Tim Hunkin (http://www.timhunkin.com/>, Will Jackson and Jack Trevellian. If you look closely you can see the two guys near the bottom urinate, and miss the toilet-bowl completely.