Friendly Friday ebb and flow

I’m honoured to be asked on board of Friendly Friday photo challenge as a substitute host for Snow whenever she is melting somewhere else, starting next Friday when I’ll be gathering your Friendly Friday links right here. But today Amanda, the other co-host, said ebb and flow.

As a non-English speaker, I’d never use these words together like that. I’d say low and high tide or something. Ebb and flow, so poetic. So is ebb low tide and flow high? Or vice versa?

I hail from the Adriatic area in the Mediterranean. This must be the sea with one of the smallest differences between ebb and flow. On seaside holidays we never knew whether the sea was high or low, except sometimes when the mussels attached to the pier above the surface were left wondering where the sea had gone to.

Only once it happened that a friend got his rucksack and clothes soaked through. We were swimming and the people next to our towels yelled: “Come back, the sea is coming!”

I’m always in awe when I read about places in the world with high tide warnings. Ahh, how exciting! What if you’re left stranded? Not nice!

Now my sea is the Tyrrhenian (that I’m still learning to spell). Corsica is just over there (but too far to be seen). Waves are bigger. Ours is a 12-km sandy beach next to the nature reserve with minimum facilities. Every time I visit (out of season, in the summer when crowds roll in I prefer to flee), the beach looks different: clean, full of stuff – wood, plastic, dead animals, half of its sand flooded, a wooden structure torn to pieces after this winter.

I don’t know about ebb and flow or which comes first but here is a compilation of seaside views from here, Tuscany, and there, Slovenia, and one from Croatia. They may look completely different in 100 years. Or much much sooner.

And don’t forget: next Friendly Friday we meet right here.

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  Let’s start at the Adriatic. Island Krk, Croatia.

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  Next, four images from Piran in Slovenia, our second home. (Hm… that is, my third.) Sea view.

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  Among the rocks view.

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  Port view.

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  Night view.

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  Koper, the biggest Slovenian port, has this cute little marina too..

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  A hop to Tuscany. Porto Ercole.

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  Its neighbour, Porto Santo Stefano. The ferry goes to Isola del Giglio, no doubt.

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  A closer view shows that this is a monument to the victims of 108 aerial incursions during WW2.

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  Yes, we did it. Unless you were German. Or neutral. So it goes.

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  Orbetello lagoon through an air door.

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  The road over the lagoon. Who knows when it will be flooded.

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  The view of the lagoon from a monastery.

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  These trees are talking about becoming a floating island. They’ve seen Life of Pi.

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  Our beach. This structure is gone. It didn’t survive the last winter.

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  The view towards ancient Roman town Cosa. They knew why build so high.

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  A refurbished private club on our beach. Pretty but… sorry, the sea will move in.

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  When will the lake and the sea become one? One thing is for certain. This year for the first time this vineyard is no longer. It’s getting hot in here.

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  She doesn’t care. Nutria is the future.

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  But who says you need the sea for a good ebb and flow. Lake Podpeč near Slovenian capital, Ljubljana, 100 km from the sea.

For Friendly Friday Photo Challenge hosted by Amanda from Something to Ponder About