Showing posts with label #SouthamptonWater. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #SouthamptonWater. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 July 2015

Weston Shore - Big Beach Clean Up - August 8th


Sarah O'Donnell, Weston


Author Philip Hoare recently tweeted about an early morning swim in a calm and lulling sea; and described an oystercatcher flying by as a "benign exocet in orange, black and white" @philipwhale.  It's a beautiful, evocative description conjuring an exotic location.  It reminded me of Ian Curtis' words "If you could just see the beauty, these things I could never describe".  Finding the beauty in the ordinary, looking at the world anew.


I might be wrong but I think this is where he was swimming.  Costa del Weston.  It's not that exotic.  In fact, the area ranks as one of the most deprived areas in the UK.  Here's some facts and figures from a Southampton City Council document.  

where 1 is most deprived


It makes for disheartening reading but, hey, facts and figures only tell half a story.  To the west Weston merges with Woolston and the Itchen River, to the east is Tickleford Gully, Westwood and Netley Abbey and to the south, Southampton Water.  Every drop of which is liquid history (may contain contaminants).  

A little while ago part of one low rise block of flats fell down.  Just like that.  A walkway just collapsed.  There was a door, it just opened on to nothing,  If you had come out of it you would have just fallen to the ground. I didn't take any pictures because, although it was a striking image, it seemed like a cheap holiday in other people's misery.

They demolished the flats.  They're building new ones.  They look pretty good.  When the building started we were told Vibrant, hand painted hoarding boards will also be erected on site, which were created by the Weston Church Youth Project to enhance the look of the site hoardings during the demolition works and inject a sense of local ownership to the development. 

That didn't exactly happen.  This is what we got:

What would Jesus do?  Weston Church Youth Project

However, recently that has been replaced with a number of new pictures, some by local children, some by local adults.  I think they show the same skill in bringing out the beauty of the ordinary that Philip Hoare's line did. 



When dinosaurs roamed the estate, Unsigned






The Friends of Weston Shore have organised a beach clean up for Saturday August 6th.  
Here's some info:
This year there’s another chance to tackle an environmental problem everyone can get a grip on – Litter! The Friends of Weston Shore are back in action on Saturday 8th August 2015 between 10am to 1pm helping to clean up the shore and are looking for heroes to help join them.
Weston Shore is truly one of Southampton’s hidden gems. It is designated as an international Site of Special Scientific Interest due to the importance of the inter-tidal mudflats, which each year attract thousands of wading birds including egrets and curlews.
The Friends of Weston Shore would like to invite everyone with an interest in protecting one of Southampton’s most beautiful locations to come along to their annual “Big Beach Clean Up” and show their support for the area by helping to take part in a short litter pick along the seafront.
Litter pickers and bags will be provided but please wear sensible shoes and gloves if taking part. Come along at any time between 10am and 1pm. The starting point will be near the car park near to the former Pitch and Putt course on Weston Shore. For more information please contact the Friends of Weston Shore at WESTONSHORE@GMAIL.COM


Big thanks to all the artists whose pictures I've used here.  I would love to give you all the credit that you're due but there is no info attached.  Let me know and I'll fix it.





Sunday, 25 January 2015

Brutal, practical, inevitable


a triumvirate of new industrial installations: 
oil refinery, chemical plant and power station


in the changing light, this cluster of cryptic structures could be anything




tapering spires for a new place of worship 


circular tanks as giant igloos,
pale green with rusty streaks


silos like newly-landed space ships


tripod gantries ready to fire salvos of secret missiles


at dawn or dusk the hole place might be a martial Manhattan, replicating every day, sprouting out of the shore, an alternative new forest of steel


there's no human scale to this petropolis


stripped down, utilitarian, 
it makes no apologies to its surroundings
It has only one function: 
to make the fuel that confirms its existence


it is brutal, practical, inevitable


the stacks occasionally burst into life
like huge Bunsen burners, 
as though the whole thing was 
some gigantic experiment, 
or as a memorial 
to an unknown warrior


their function is to burn excess gases
but as their orange red tongues lick the sky, 
they could be drawing directly 
from the molten depths of the earth

words from Philip Hoare's The Sea Inisde, describing Fawley Oil refinery.

I would recommend you read any, indeed all, of Philip Hoare's books
Serious Pleasures, Noel Coward: A Biography, Wilde's Last Stand, Spike Island, England's Lost Eden, Leviathan, The Sea Inside.