The ROCK

Triassic Red Rock at Exmouth, Devon … Photograph WHB – 2010

Offcut of the Jurassic coast
Orphan of the distant cliffs
Detached from its mother lode
Now an imposing sentinel
A majestic rock
A Triassic red rock.

Descendant of the Devon Cliffs
Ancestor of a million pebbles
Reliving its life in isolation
Facing the diurnal tides
Confronting Poseidon’s rage

Andromeda’s chains now long cast off
This pedestal of the shoreline
Now serving a valued purpose.

Harbouring shore life
A haven for gulls
Cosseting kelp
Succouring seabirds
Sheltering shellfish
Anchoring limpets
Its periwinkles

Feeding on its algae

Minimally diminishing with every tide
Yet serving its constituency
With resolution.
And promising
Its adherents
A fitting future.

Coleridge At Watchet

[  Photograph Gallery # 69  ]

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The harbour town of Watchet lies on the North Somerset coast of England, between the Quantock Hills and the Brendon Hills on the Eastern edge of Exmoor.

The harbour at Watchet is said to have been the inspiration for Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s famous epic poem ‘The Ancient Mariner’.  Whilst on a walk with his friends, William and Dorothy Wordsworth, over the Quantock Hills in 1797 from his home in nearby Nether Stowey, they came upon Watchet.  It has been said that looking down at the town from St. Decuman’s Church in the town gave him the idea for his poem.

‘The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, 
Merrily did we drop 
Below the kirk, below the hill, 
Below the lighthouse top.’
In 2002 the Watchet Market House Museum Society decided to commemorate the town’s important link with Coleridge by commissioning a statue. A seven-foot high effigy of the mariner was designed and created by sculptor Alan B. Herriot, of Penicuik, Scotland, cast by Powderhall Fine Art Foundries in Edinburgh and unveiled by Dr. Katherine Wyndham in 2003.  This statue now stands overlooking the marina on Watchet Esplanade.
There is now a designated ‘Coleridge Way’ walk of 51 miles through the landscape that inspired Coleridge to produce some of his best known work.  It takes an east to west path from Nether Stowey to Lynmouth through the lovely Somerset countryside of the Quantock Hills, the Brendon Hills and Exmoor – or obviously, in the reverse direction.

My photographs below were taken on a visit to the area in and around Watchet in 2007.

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Watchet – Harbour & Marina

 

Watchet 02

Looking north-east from Watchet harbour across the Bristol Channel to the island of Steep Holm

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Coleridge’s ‘Ancient Mariner’. created by the Scottish sculptor, Alan Herriot

Watchet 04

‘God save thee, ancient Mariner! 
From the fiends, that plague thee thus! — 
Why look’st thou so?’ — With my cross-bow 
I shot the ALBATROSS..

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(Coleridge) … this renowned poet resided for some years at the nearby village of Nether Stowey.  In 1797, while on a walking tour, Coleridge visited Watchet.  On seeing the harbour he was inspired to compose one of the best known poems in English literature, “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’

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While the black-backed gulls keep an eye on events

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Coastal rock striations near Watchet 

Watchet 08

Dead, or just over-wintering?

A Dreamer No More

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Ardminish Bay, Isle Of Gigha, Scotland – Photo: WHB  2001   ©

 

At The Sea’s Edge

I long for those times
When I sit by the sea
Breathe in the salt air
Feeling wanted yet free

Just to linger alone
On the beach of the bay
Is to lust after life
Till the end of the day

To cry out aloud
To the gulls and the terns
Will bring me alive
Till eternity burns

To feel the wave breaking
Its power at my feet
I would give up a fortune
My journey complete

Firm sand underfoot
I will tread as I go
Splash in the ripples
My delight I will show

I’ll follow the shoreline
and mirror its arc
The rocks I will climb
To the high watermark

Then I’ll trickle warm sand
From the cup of my palm
To steady my senses
Bring stillness and calm

I’ll melt into the moment
My heart will stop beating
I’ll hold onto the thrill
Though the memory is fleeting

But to sense you were with me
In body and thought
Would bring to my dream
Everything that I sought.

These are the moments
That I have longed for
My lifetime’s summation
A dreamer no more

 

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