A mellow morning as the tide rises is a thing of beauty. Many mornings of late, the wind has howled or the tide far away in France. Not so yesterday. Sauntering down the lane my ears were assaulted by the delicious honking sound of my favourite Brent Geese, as they dipped their webbed feet in the shallows, looking for specimens to breakfast on. The neap tide was on the way up and the sun sparkled on the water as it rose slowly but surely.
Nothing better than to walk down to the water's edge and gradually allow it to push you back to shore. One minute nothing but sand, the next waves about to lap over your shoes. So easy to be caught out and get a soaking. In the distance the geese making flotillas as they moved around to better feeding grounds. From far off rocks, the unmistakeable cry of the Oyster Catchers. A Small Egret preening on a rock just far away enough to be safe from humans.
The world and his wife seemed to have joined me on the beach, enjoying a rare moment of sunshine and the tranquility of the tide rising. A time to soak up the moment and breathe deeply. Today sadly the grey sombre skies have returned but yesterday was enough to boost the spirits for a while.
Barbara xxx
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