Barricane is a picturesque cove tucked in between the rocks, famous for cowries and other exotic shells sought out by children and adults alike. For many years this secluded beach was a locals secret hidaway but recently the word has got out. In the summer there is a food hut that sells curries and tea in china mugs. Sadly a few visitors and locals alike bestow the beach in rubbish, bottles and discarded BBQs. It was our Secret Heaven!
Deep green and distant islands I have been off Ban Pae Pier. Where the salt white sands are bleached, And the water’s crystal clear. Sweeping shadows of the palm trees, Open fingers brush the shore. Band of grey approaching thunder, Monsoon rain a little more.
Without care for tortured world We bronzed our thoughts away. Cosmopolitan games of volleyball, Oriental Eden made for play. Beachside huts now mute and toppled, No more bucks from Uncle Sam. My friends have now gone elsewhere, Have they gone to Vietnam?
Korean families with their beach craft, Who’ve discovered Diamond Sands. While away their humid moments, Where a noisy jet ski lands. My uncovered secret heaven Was impossible to hide. Speeding years and aging faces, From those memories we cried.
Why couldn’t it last forever? Tearful dreams of carefree days. Fleeting moments of impermanence, They’re our lives the Buddha says. So now it’s time to move along, Relieved so one pretends. Now I’ll sit alone and drink awhile, To the ghosts of dancing friends.
From the tollroad to the carpark then on to Crow Point along the boardwalk. Here you can see the old ruined lighthouse and some WW2 concrete creations. It was here that the D Day landings were rehearsed and secret weapons perfected. Even today the odd ordinance sometimes reveals themselves after high tides!
The old wreck of the Sea Mack at Crow Point in North Devon. Slowly over the years it’s been gradually falling to bits with each push of the tide. I’ve been trying to find earlier pictures and infomation regarding this boat so if anyone can help please contact me! Al
This is my version inspired by Buckham’s work of Spitfires over the US Assault Training Centre concrete landing craft on Braunton Burrows. These concrete structures, were laid during the World War 2 by the Americans when practising for the D Day Landings on Omaha and Utah by 146th Eng, Co C, 1st Platoon. Al
I’ve been looking recently at the old 1920s aerial photographs by Alfred G. Buckham. I loved looking at his pictures in old faded books when I was a child and marvelled at their imagination and camera angles, I later understood that they were actually skilful photo-montages.
Alfred was born in London on 6 November 1879. He began his career in photography in 1905 and joined the RAF as a reconnaissance photographer in 1917. He became the first head of aerial reconnaissance for the Royal Navy, in the First World War and later a captain in the Royal Naval Air Service.
Buckham was involved in 9 crashes, 8 of which saw him relatively unscathed. After the ninth, however, he had to have a tracheotomy and breathed through a small pipe in his neck for the rest of his life. Despite this, he carried on his aerial photography career, often in very perilous conditions. He felt the best shots were made standing up, writing “If one’s right leg is tied to the seat with a scarf or a piece of rope, it is possible to work in perfect security”.