OK, so I messed up. I started drafting last night’s article and then got distracted, so I ended up not posting the article. For the first time in 250 nights, I didn’t post. I am so angry with myself.
Anyhow, I took this picture this morning. I thought it would be interesting to look in to what this is. It’s a Moon Jellyfish. You can tell this from moon shaped patterns at the top of the body. It turns out that this is the “Medusa” phase. The little girl beasties will be producing eggs like nobodies business, and the boy beasties will doing their stuff to make sure that the baby jelly fish which at the moment will be little more than larvae burrowing into the bottom of the Cockle Pond, and then in about 6 months they pass away, but the cycle starts again. Apparently they live longer if they are in captivity. This is due to a cleaner environment and less stress.
I quite like this picture, the colouring and the water. It’s nice to see the waterfront when it’s like this. It was a fresh morning, but it was beautiful morning.
So, here’s the thing. Having messed up last night (and forgive being a bleating bleeding heart) my brain has gone in to lockdown, and is refusing to give me sensible words to write. Writers block. Yup, I have it! And so I am deploying my strategy for dealing with it and that is to write about the fact that I have writers block.
Having only just a week ago reach a milestone of two thirds of the way through the 366 project, I do not want to give up now. So, unless I have something to seriously distract me I am. Back on the weekly cycle. Tonight’s post should have been about the waterfront. So, here’s what happens most mornings; I usually arrive at the waterfront not far off 0610. This means that the #Breakfastclub, my Amateur Radio friends and I run every weekday morning is about 5 minutes away from starting. I take my radio off scanning mode, and make sure that it is tuned to my channel for GB3IW, the Isle of Wight Repeater. The Brittany Ferry completing the crossing from Ouistreham (Caen) to Portsmouth, this is more likely to be either the Normandie or the Mon St Michel although there are others at different times of the year, and also a new ferry that I haven’t seen yet, The Galicia I take a few pictures of them usually as they are coming in through the harbour entrance or as they are passing the spinnaker. You might think this is boring. Well, I know it’s a set subject but it’s the background, the weather that makes every picture different.
By now, the #Breakfastclub is well underway and when it gets to my go, my “over” I give a report on the weather conditions in Gosport. This is not a forecast you must understand. I do not forecast the weather. I start with what the tide is doing; up or down, when is low tide and high tide, how much of a slope there is of the ramp leading down to the loading pontoon for the Gosport Ferry, what the sea state is in the harbour (how big are the waves) – which is usually not very. I have a handheld anemmometer, apart from windspeed it gives me temperature (ambient, dew point and windchill) and atmospheric pressure in either HectoPascals, but I prefer millibars – the measure is the same 1mb = 1hpa and inches of mercury, and I then report on cloud state (in 8ths) and if misty or hazy, whether or not I can see Portsdown Hill.
I then move on to carry on with my walk, which is about three miles in length.