Hythe seashore - more mud than shells... ...don’t try the title if you have dentures, or if you are in a Covid secure environment where spitting could be dangerous. Pastel cottage perfection ... Once again I am in my home village of Hythe, Hampshire checking out the pandemic pub scene. But as the sun always shines on Hythe - as LifeAfterFootball will verify - I couldn’t resist the chance to appreciate the cute fisherman's cottages and soak up the rays in the seafront park. Is that our cruise liner Edna...? Of course Hythe is as cosmopolitan as Bournemouth but smaller and without the hordes of weekending Midlanders. Container ships glide silently by in Southampton Water (as the sea is known in these parts). Old ladies with wheelie cases sit on a bench by the shore and wonder what they are going to do now that their cruise ship is moored off Bournemouth and isn’t doing cruises, annoying the nimbys who don't want them any more than wind turbines . Accommodation with sea v
No apostrophe on the sign Russ... ...but only Russ will be able to tell me whether there should be an apostrophe in the title and, if so, where it should be ( I’m aiming for a short version of 'Ebenezers is Good', Russ ). As the auto spellcheck didn’t suggest one, and Apple are never wrong... Satellite image - shadow of a giant GH eclipses UK...? Anyway the shadowy figure that is Garden Hermit was once again on the move to investigate post-lockdown pub life in the local village.... Bass pipe...?... ...past the mysterious half buried pipeline in the woods, possibly supplying draught Bass direct from Burton to secret storage tanks on the lost Isle of Wight... Bridge art ...under the bridge carrying the Hythe & Fawley railway line, closed (except for Fawley Refinery traffic) in the 1960s and now no longer used by the Refinery. However it may soon become Hampshire’s newest rescucitated railway ... Pop up squashed flat advertising... I past the litter still doing its best to a