This will be our final Autumn in Lyon. With that in mind, we made sure to take our opportunity to see the autumnal display. Since taking these photos, most of the trees have lost their leaves and are braced for the coming winter months.
The two powerful rivers of Le Rhône and La Saône meet in the centre of Lyon, France. The meeting is a surprisingly quiet affair.
We visited the confluence in May as part of a longer walk along the river Rhône. I took photos along the way and some footage but, until now, had not made the time to do anything with what I captured.
A short film of the confluence is below and available on my YouTube channel as Confluence of Rhône and Saône – Lyon, France. This is second short film of confluences I have made. The other also follows the Rhône but this time further upstream in Geneva.
Unlike in Geneva, the water of the two rivers in Lyon is not too distinct and the vantage point not high enough to really appreciate the merging flows. However we were able to walk to the edge and run our hands in both rivers with ease and in safety.
Whitstable is home to a street that disappears and reappears with the tide. The street is called Whitstable Street. It goes no-where but out to sea.
Whitstable Street is a shingle spit that juts out from the town of Whitstable into the sea.
When we visited the tide was out and the street was exposed. We joined numerous dog walkers and tourists to walk out away from the town and towards the sea.
As we walked further along the spit, the ground became increasingly waterlogged. The level of the sand fell ever so gradually across the length of the spit and at the edges. There was no great drop off into the water. Instead stepping off the spit would have put your foot into only a centimetre or so of water.
Signs warn visitors to be careful of the tide as the spit is submerged as the water comes in.
I took some footage of the visit and you can see the resulting short film Whitstable Street on YouTube or below:
Whitstable is home to rows of beautifully painted beach huts. As a seaside town once famous as a holiday get away for residents of Canterbury and London, the town has seen many changes in fortune. The beach huts however have been maintained and look great.
I shudder at the value these small wooden buildings must command today.
In isolation the beach huts are easy to photograph and look beautiful. A wider shot suggests how Whitstable has had to adapt to a world were tourism is not a reliable source of work and wealth. A large industrial building, I think a gravel works, looms on the horizon near the still working harbour.
It is a town name so familiar but one that I really knew nothing of. Whitstable is a seaside town in the south-east of the United Kingdom and we visited just before Christmas. Apart from the allure of the famous name, we wanted to eat fish and chips by the sea.
Whitstable turned out to be a surprisingly pretty seaside town with plenty to occupy our short day trip. We took the bus from Canterbury and stepped out somewhere in the town centre. From there we wandered around and enjoyed the sights.
The shore feels iconic with fishing boats, heaped oyster shells, and row after row of wooden sea defences running from the beach down into the water.
Fish and Chips
We got our fish and chips. They were all we wanted and hoped for.