Tiny memories from last week

Usually, I do my autumn sessions at the end of October, and the colours last into November. Not this year. Most of the trees I love as backdrops are stripped clean. Some are still stubbornly green, though, as if half the park has accepted winter, while the other half still believes in summer.

I’ve only booked four sessions , but I think that’s perfectly enough to ease back in. I didn’t want to overdo things after surgery, and I also couldn’t advertise it properly because of the surgery.  that makes me a little sad though. I really do love this season.

Between recovering, photographing, and uploading new jewellery, I’ve once again fallen behind with social media. It’s always the same cycle: I focus on one business, forget the other, then swap, burn out from the noise, disappear for a bit, then have to start all over again.

That’s why writing here feels like a middle ground. These Tide Notes aren’t about algorithms or engagement. They’re small time capsules. A place where both my photography and jewellery can live side by side.

I promised myself one note a month. Anything more is a bonus. Maybe that’s how to keep the joy in it: expect less, so it stays light.

So let’s dive in to our week..

Back to the Shore

The week started with Addy and me finally making it to the beach again. It’s been almost a month (!!), which feels strange considering this whole series began as a kind of coastal diary. But I suppose it makes sense. After surgery, wandering the beach and bending down for sea glass wasn’t exactly on the recovery list. So for this fourth post, I’m just happy to be back and to share a few photos from our favourite spots.

It was high tide, though not the highest. Along the path we found flowers, almost like spring sneaking back for a visit. On the shore, we built our usual little sea sculpture (our tiny gift to the sea), then collected a few bits of sea glass and driftwood that caught our eye.

Maybe I should start a series showing some of our favourite beach finds? There are so many small treasures waiting to be shared.

We stayed a couple of hours before the rain began. No umbrellas, but the trees still had enough leaves to shelter us. On the way back, I took a few photos — the wet path, the quiet beach, and one very polite seagull who seemed to be watching the rain with us.

Small Plans, Big Dreams

Portishead always has this calm, timeless beauty with its gentle cliffs, ever changing tides, and that comforting scent of the sea. I often think about how I’d love to share it with people who’ve never been here.

Maybe that’s why I’ve been thinking of keeping a small stock in Hungary recently. A ready-made jewellery, each in a gift box with Hungarian cards and stories, paired with a few coastal photographs. A tiny piece of this coastline, ready to be held.

I’ve been spending my evenings reading through all the rules and costs, trying to find a simple, legal, cost-effective way to make it work. It turns out I can bring a small stock next time I fly, as long as it’s within the allowance.

Magical light

The rest of the weekend brought its own mix of sunshine and rain — sometimes changing by the minute, even with a rainbow or two in between.
We also went for a short drive to check out some photoshoot locations. Naturally, the one time I didn’t bring my camera, the light was absolutely spectacular. I couldn’t believe it.
So yes — my camera is now officially moving into my bag, permanently. Non-negotiable.

At least I caught a few shots on my phone, though they hardly do it justice. The light was pure magic in person.

Thanks for reading along. Till another tide note drifts ashore,

Bernadette