Category: Harbour

Just another hole in the wall!

STORMY WATCHET.

During the high tides and winter storms Watchet harbour wall was damaged just before Christmas. Overnight the Victorian Sea defenses were breached leaving a hole which was rapidly filled with 3 ton boulders as an emergency repair. The subsequent battering from storm Ciara in February and then storm Dennis only a week later, removed tons of concrete , stone work and  the emergency placed boulders creating such a large hole that work is still ongoing today.

The following is a poem written by one of our Watchet Poets, inspired by the hole in the wall.

Perhaps we don’t know the truth at all?

WHAT THE OCEAN SAW.

Statutesquely, it lay, plotting its escape from behind the old sea wall,

Calculating its imminent hatch between rhythmic tides and seagull’s call, 

Sustaining solely on saltwater and a few errant sea creatures, 

Discreetly tucked amongst the breakwater-defence’s still features. 

For about a hundred years it sat, its patience growing  incredibly small,

Until one dark night, in utter despair, it broke through the harbour wall, 

The wall shook and roared and the tide paused a minute, 

Curiously teasing at the harbour wall and what it had hid in it. 

And then without a warning and with a triumphant shout,

The beast behind the harbour wall shot, canonically, out,

In the pale moonlight, it remained, blinking, startlingly blue-eyed, 

Drinking in the salty-spray, under the stars, It’s deep-longing; satisfied. 

It ducked under the swell and stretched out a hundred years of wrinkles, 

Breathing in its ocean home, toothily smiling at rock-bound winkles.

Returning to the height it once had, its skin glowing with the dew of the tide and contented bliss,

It stared, disdainfully back at the stone cage, that it knew, it would not miss.

Its Clam-shell heart soaring to its luna love, it caught a wild wave in haste,

And rode it fast and far away, jaw dripping with freedoms fresh taste.

The ocean caressed the empty pit, her hands soft with morning

With a sigh, she wished the beast, ‘bon voyage’ and felt a new day dawning,

As the sun tickled the ocean’s curves, She recounted the night to her frothing history, 

A harsh whistling wind, a grand escape and a Conan Doyle-esk, unravelled mystery.

The people came the next day and postured the consequences of a crumbling sea wall, 

Many of us had theories, but only she knows of that night’s events,  for the ocean saw it all.

Deanna Payne ‘Twitch’

(Photograph courtesy of Terry Walker)

Our 10 favourite pictures of snowy Watchet!

On Thursday 1st March we woke to the bright white glow of Watchet heavily covered in a blanket of snow! Some very adventurous people braved the cold to capture Watchet looking quite different to the beautiful sunny views we’re accustomed to! Here’s our top 10 photos of snowy Watchet…

Terry Walker is always out and about capturing magical moments around Watchet. We love this one of the Esplanade.

Another one by Terry, the salty sea was no match for the mountains of snow!

Thanks to Howard Turner for this beautiful shot of Swain Street.

Just before the snow storm hit! Mark Robinson took a frosty walk along the Mineral Line.

Lisa Tarrant took this snap while taking a snowy walk! Visibility is looking low on them there hills!


Under the snow is the West Somerset Railway tracks, honest! Photo by Helen J Griffin.

Where are the legs of the bench?! Heather De Rosevere captured Contains Art almost being swallowed by the snow!

Who would be sat in the snow?! Oh it’s the Yankee Jack statue! And someone’s given him a nice warm scarf too! Photo by Becky Hird.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another one by Becky Hird. We barely recognised the usually lush green Memorial Ground!

And lastly Harbour Road, photographed by David Sorrell, shows our lovely Visitor Centre and Boat Museum sitting proudly in the snow!

Thanks to everyone who braved the freeze to take these beautiful snaps! We can’t wait to do ‘Our favourite SUNNY pictures of Watchet’ – Hopefully it wont be too much longer!