Photos, videos and docs of Roger (Grisly), with the keywords: "Statue"

Fisherman and Child

nobody@ipernity.com (Roger (Grisly)) — Thu, 06 Aug 2026 20:12:21 +0000

As we returned to the mainland from the small isles aboard the CalMac Ferry the M/V Loch Nevis the days Sun and been replaced by a thickening sea mist, the ships Fog Horn blasted a safe passage to the port of Mallaig, as we came nearer to shore the mist backed away and the ghostly figures appeared on the end of the breakwater,

The statue of a Fisherman and Child that stands at the entrance to Mallaig Harbour on the west Coast of Scotland. The statue was donated to the community of Mallaig by the sculptor, the late Mark Rogers of Knoydart. Mallaig was once the Europe's busiest Herring Port and is the most westerly harbour on the British Mainland.

HFF and a good weekend

Sale!

nobody@ipernity.com (Roger (Grisly)) — Sat, 04 Feb 2023 13:11:42 +0000

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Another week, another sale in Bridgwater's Fore Street, The statue is of Robert Blake who was born in Bridgwater in August 1598, the eldest son of Humphrey and Sarah Blake. His home is now the Blake Museum. Link to Admiral Blake's History, bridgwater-tc.gov.uk/history/17th-century/admiral-blake

Bridgwater is at the edge of the Somerset Levels, in level and well-wooded country. The town lies along both sides of the River Parrett; it has been a major inland port and trading centre since the industrial revolution.Wikipedia

HBM and a good week ahead, Large view is possibly best

At length did cross an albatross, HFF

nobody@ipernity.com (Roger (Grisly)) — Thu, 02 Jul 2020 14:19:42 +0000

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A statue of Samuel Taylor Coleridge's Ancient Mariner stands on the promenade, He was staying at nearby Nether Stowey with friends William and Dorothy Wordsworth when having walked over the Quantock Hills to Watchet he was inspired to write the poem,

Link to full poem poets.org/poem/rime-ancient-mariner

Statue by Alan B Herriot of Penicuik, Scotland,

The evening sun casts long shadows and tide is about to turn and refill the harbour which been dry for some hours.

Please view large.

The Watcher, HFF

nobody@ipernity.com (Roger (Grisly)) — Thu, 02 Aug 2018 20:22:38 +0000

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Looking out to Bass Rock and beyond possibly for the safe return of the fishing fleet, (with pip)
The Watcher’, created by Scottish artist Kenny Hunter

Large please,

My link for Sight and Sound, Linda Ronstadt and Blue by You, www.youtube.com/watch?v=03kQPsCgS8c

What is this Life

nobody@ipernity.com (Roger (Grisly)) — Tue, 30 May 2017 20:51:02 +0000

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What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare? —
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.”

William Henry Davies

Statue of a fisherman in the rain, sea front, Port William, Dumfriese & Galloway.

Statue by local artist Andrew Brown

Full statue www.ipernity.com/doc/grisleyreg/32405741

Music link, www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrHxhQPOO2c

What is this life

nobody@ipernity.com (Roger (Grisly)) — Sat, 19 Dec 2020 08:13:25 +0000

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Another of my early IP posts,
Bronze life size Fisherman (by Andrew Brown) looking across the Bay of Luce, Port William, Dumfries and Galloway, Scotland.

The Plaque carries the the words,

What is this life if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare

(W. H. Davis)
Fuller version,
WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—
No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

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