17 September 2017

Shelter

There we were walking upon Snettisham Beach by The Wash when we saw this approaching:-
Should we head back to the car park? Did we even have time? It was being blown quite rapidly in our direction. 

There were no trees. No beach huts. Nowhere to hide. We pressed on towards Heacham. And then the lashing rain struck - ice cold upon our faces. 

All we could do was crouch by some thorny bushes up on the dune path.

And as I sheltered there, what did my beloved wife do? She got out her smartphone and laughing like one of those witches in the opening scene of "Macbeth" she snapped me.

Here I am, looking at you furtively - like Big Foot:-
Fortunately, the rain didn't last very long and we continued our beachside walk with my ugly mug still trapped in the gubbins of her phone. 

28 comments:

  1. Ha-ha, well done Mrs Pudding!

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    1. P.S. Top photo is stunning.

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    2. You were saved by the P.S. Sue!

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  2. Well, you don't look like Victor Meldrew.

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    1. I may not look like Victor Meldrew but I can rant like him Andrew!

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  3. Her composition is not as good as yours :)

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    1. You just won a hatful of brownie points Kylie!

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  4. Who cares about brownie points, I have a huge soft spot for Mrs Pud.

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    1. Brownies care about brownie points and bakers who specialise in baking brownies.

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  5. That is a serious-looking storm! You couldn't hide out like that in Florida because of lightning. You'd have to lie down in a ditch! (Which would have made an even better picture.)

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    1. That's cruel Steve! Ditches are dirty, muddy places filled with rubbish and vermin! I would rather be struck by lightning or as some nitwits write - lightening!

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  6. Well done, Mrs. Pudding! Hahaha. I have to resort to the same tricks to get photos of Gregg.

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    1. Gregg must be as shy as I am.

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  7. Oh I've been caught in these showers many times as I like the outdoors. Now, I walk alone so I'm not going to have my photo taken.

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    1. When walking with Mrs Pudding I must remember to wear my rubber Fred Flintstone mask to avoid embarrassment.

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    2. Um, is that your embarrassment YP - or Mrs Pud's?

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  8. That's a serious looking storm cloud - good thing cold rain was the only result ...

    Well, that and a new (to me) word: gubbins.

    Stunning photos! Yes, both of them :)

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    1. I am happy to have enlarged your vocabulary Jenny.

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  9. Gubbins is my new favorite word. The top photo is seriously awe inspiring. I bet when you got home the toddies were extra delicious and soul-warming. That's the best thing about bad weather: it feels so awfully good to get out of it.

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    1. We were just to the north of Storm Vivian when she swept in so we didn't receive the full deluge we half-expected.

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  10. Mrs P is not one to lose an opportunity. The storm cloud looks positively evil.

    Alphie

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    1. She didn't allow me time to apply my make-up and sort my hair out!

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    2. Never mind, YP, we're able to see, and appreciate, the real you !

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    3. Not one but two stiletto remarks today CG! Forsooth thy lord is mortally wounded! Get me a horse! A horse I say!

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  11. Good black and white shot.

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  12. I love your artwork and follow you pots this very minute!



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