The sea was so wild yesterday I could barely walk in the wind myself, let alone take the children down to the beach. We took our two walks yesterday around the little town and saw this House For Sale.
They are asking $495, 000 NZ for this one. ($US 316 for those who care). A perfect little Granny Holiday Getaway but no.
The Tasman sea is a wild one. New Zealand has the Tasman out to the West of her and the Pacific out to the East. (kind of) I guess it depended on who was looking out at the sea naming stuff like that at the time.
So I went down to the beach alone. Once the parent had finished work for the day I was able to fight my way into the wind and over the dunes to get down onto the shore.
Look at this sea. The wind was hitting 40 knots and blowing the foam up the beach.
Listen to the Wind: It’s Loud! And that blowing sea foam.
The beach art is buried in sand.
Signs
Did you see the shower sign from the other day?
(You might want to enlarge the blue doors – they are super funny.
How about this one!
My favourite boat so far!
Have a gorgeous day.
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
28 responses to “Blowing Sea Foam”
New Zealand had some very funny public toilet signs, clever.
Yes – they are clever! Made me laugh!
That looks like a blustery day! The foam is pretty in a strange sort of way.
It is pretty – and the flying foam made me smile, too!
I love your beach photos! We live very near the shore, but I don’t get down there enough. Windy on a beach is my favorite thing, even in the winter. And yes, those toilet signs are hysterical! I do love the granny cottage as well.
I am IN LOVE with the Granny Cottage! But sadly I don’t have that kind of money kicking around!
Those bathroom signs look like they are embarassed to be there!
They should be embarrassed! So funny.
ROFL!
Celi, don’t go down to the beach by yourself- that’s too dangerous.
We don’t want to read about a lady missing.
Boo isn’t there to hunt for you!! Be careful!!!
Ww all love you!!
The beach is not scary! I grew up on one remember! Though, the wind was pretty wild!
That is a cracker of a house. I want 👀
It has a big back yard too for some raised beds – all sand.
Maybe it’s the sailor in me, but I love the blustery sea whipped into sea foam on the beach. Of course, I would prefer, in 40 knot wind, to be ashore and certainly not out in that little yellow unseaworthy boat! Great images. I absolutely love that “carry-yer-horse-poo-home” sign.
Isn’t that little boat the sweetest thing Eric – do you think it is a pretend one? I am sure if we actually launched it – it would tip straight over! Or maybe it has a rudder –
You must have had well planted feet in that sand- no movement at all as you panned around and watched the foam on that video! I love the little house and the sense of humor that New Zealanders seem to have 🙂
I was fighting the wind – I am off back down to the sea shortly – for a good long walk.
You certainly wouldn’t take that boat out into those seas today! Having to clean up after your horse is a new one to me, but of course, your horse, why not!
The horse thing is hilarious – I mean we don’t take them for walks on a leash, and a horse does not squat so who would even know if the horse was leaving a little something behind. Except the one person who is getting mad enough to have that sign made!
I love the look of a wild sea and those signs….)
I also love the wild seas. I am going back down in a minute!
I love that little house. It looks just perfect!
It has lovely wood floors too – Maybe I should buy a lotto ticket.
The green door screams come in and welcome ! The wind shivers me Timbers ….can’t like it… The strength of the water is mesmerizing and a bit frightening all at the same time !
That wind blew my cheeks out! So strong.
As a boat builder’s daughter, you would notice interesting boats. That one is sweet, although perhaps not very seaworthy. I too love the little granny cottage. There is something about the sea on a windy day!
I can almost feel the wind, and the movement of the cold air… It reminds me of this:
Sea-Fever
BY JOHN MASEFIELD
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
Love love love all of it–the granny cottage the crackling sound of the wind, the foam the uncontrollable of everything. Thank you for the sound!!!
I don’t know how to make the blue boxes larger, so I’ll just take your word for it that they are funny. And yes, you really should buy a lottery ticket on that little house. Amazing place.
And thank you to katechiconi for the poem. It still beats any “modern” poem of today. It’s got it all: feeling, rhythm, music.