The blue horizon

These days I seem to have one eye permanently on the sky.  Cloud formations totally fascinate me.  They bump into and fold around each other with such gay abandon!  From the moment the sun slips over the horizon I’m aware of their constant movement.  Maybe it’s the restlessness in me that is drawn by them as they wander far and wide.

Nowhere are the clouds more wonderful to watch than on the coast.  Why is it that the sea seems to push the clouds away and hang on to the blue, even when the land is covered in thick cloud? I’m sure there must be a meteorological explanation.  Meantime, join me in a cliff top walk.

Layer upon layer of cloud rolls out to sea

I was on the coast just north of here, not far from the former pit village of Easington.  There are few signs these days of the coal mining industry.  The occasional lift shaft is preserved as a reminder, along the coastal trail.  According to Wikipedia this is the only place on earth with dolomitic limestone cliffs on the coastline.  The railway runs up the north east coast, often providing sweeping views out to sea.

Notice the goods train in the foreground

This is the most peaceful of images to me

Easington village straggles away in the distance

But my eyes can’t escape that blue horizon

The clouds are starting to break up

As the train rattles over the viaduct

No mistaking the ruggedness of these cliffs

The sign says it all!

I love their rugged beauty

But don’t get too near that cliff edge, like me!

Walking back the sun glints off the water

And I return to the pit lift, where I started out

I hope you enjoyed cloud gazing with me.  See you next time!