Showing posts with label Beach Huts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beach Huts. Show all posts

Sunday, 31 August 2014

My second favourite day this year, the first was when our puppy arrived, was this day; 21 June Summer Solstice. This requires getting up early, to go and find a spot where you have a clear view of the life giving sun rising. My chosen spot was Hengistbury Head. Another place where you have to walk a good mile and a half to get to. But the prize is always well worth it, as the walk itself is a scenic one. There's a choice of three routes to get to the beach huts at Hengistbury Head. You can take the beach route, which is ideal if you want a slow wander, or you can take the steep route, and go up over the head, but since on this day I had only half an hour to get to the beach before the sun came up, I took the road route, which takes you next to the nature reserves, and meadows. I wasn't the only one there, as I have said before; people get everywhere, and I could see folk on the head top waiting for the show to begin. However, I was the only one on the beach. Even the people in the beach huts were still asleep. I had the entire beach to myself on the morning of the longest day. Heaven! Arrived in time to have a cup of tea on the rocks, go for a little paddle in the warm sea, and absorb everything of this magical morning. The day before I was debating whether to go and watch the sun rise at Stonehenge; for some reason people think this is the only place to go and be all at one with the spiritual side. But I disagree. Being surrounded by 15,000 people at 5am doesn't sound very spiritual to me, no peace, no feeling. If the summer solstice has any significant meaning to you, I think it's much better to enjoy it in a place that has a special meaning to you. 










Photos by Suzanne Singleton
My second favourite day this year, the first was when our puppy arrived, was this day; 21 June Summer Solstice. This requires getting up early, to go and find a spot where you have a clear view of the life giving sun rising. My chosen spot was Hengistbury Head. Another place where you have to walk a good mile and a half to get to. But the prize is always well worth it, as the walk itself is a scenic one. There's a choice of three routes to get to the beach huts at Hengistbury Head. You can take the beach route, which is ideal if you want a slow wander, or you can take the steep route, and go up over the head, but since on this day I had only half an hour to get to the beach before the sun came up, I took the road route, which takes you next to the nature reserves, and meadows. I wasn't the only one there, as I have said before; people get everywhere, and I could see folk on the head top waiting for the show to begin. However, I was the only one on the beach. Even the people in the beach huts were still asleep. I had the entire beach to myself on the morning of the longest day. Heaven!
Arrived in time to have a cup of tea on the rocks, go for a little paddle in the warm sea, and absorb everything of this magical morning.
The day before I was debating whether to go and watch the sun rise at Stonehenge; for some reason people think this is the only place to go and be all at one with the spiritual side. But I disagree. Being surrounded by 15,000 people at 5am doesn't sound very spiritual to me, no peace, no feeling. If the summer solstice has any significant meaning to you, I think it's much better to enjoy it in a place that has a special meaning to you.