Beaulieu Buff



The native earth of the estuary is mid toned brown in colour, a sort of Beaulieu buff which I washed and spun, then dried in the summer sun, as part of an ongoing collection of refined sediment. It is nothing out of the ordinary, a commonplace and everyday expression of the local colour of its place.

It is a collection of clays, marls and sand laid down around 33 million years ago in the late Eocene period, which was named for the dawn (eos) of a new (kainos) climate bringing different fauna and flora.  Plus ça change….


Ochreous Stains



Patches of iron oxide from chalybeate springs stain the generally browner mud at regular intervals along the littoral. John Ruskin, referring to another chalybeate spring in Tunbridge Wells in Kent, felt that the purest form of iron was its oxide, and that nature would eventually return even the polished steel of the finest engineering achievements of his time, back to dusty rust*. Through a process of washing and refining, I have captured a few grams of the lightest and finest reddish particles as a token of mortality, of change and a remembrance of the work of a Victorian writer.

*A Lecture Delivered at Tunbridge Wells, February, 1858:


Motif for Life


In marking a mooring post with the motif of the Egg, I hope to make new homes for solitary wasps and other singular creatures in need of a secure place to abide, long after the Egg has moved on.

Friendly Neighbours



Anne and Terry visited the Egg to bring the gift of a delicious banana and walnut cake which was most welcomely received. They spend a lot of their time living on their boat ‘Teal’ moored upriver of the Egg and have followed the Beadle’s progress all year and this was their third attempt to reach me. ‘The first time I brought a cake’ said Anne ‘a couple of months ago, but there was no one at home. The second time, there was insufficient water to get the dory up the creek, we got stuck in the mud and did a bit of ‘quanting’ to get off. Terry got to enjoy lots of cake!’

Anne photographed the Egg’s arrival last summer and her images recall the moment.

'Arrival of the Egg'  photo Anne Chivers

‘Arrival of the Egg’ photo Anne Chivers

'Arrival of  the Egg' Photo Anne Chivers

‘Arrival of the Egg’ Photo Anne Chivers

'Arrival of  the Egg' Photo Anne Chivers

‘Arrival of the Egg’ Photo Anne Chivers





White Plumes


The budding brambles on Blackberry Way are increasingly interwoven with the counterpoint of twisting con volvulus.  Amongst this bind weed abides the white plume moth, which I observed for a few moments before releasing it into the warm evening air.




I made an eye in the bow of the Egg by drilling a three inch hole through the sandwich of red cedar and epoxy forming its shell, providing the potential for discreet observation.

Early yesterday morning five black headed gulls picked their way across the mud, with a shell duck and redshank also in attendance. Two crows prodded purslane matted with algae on the riverbank, trying for a breakfast of their own.