Friday, 21 February 2014

Burning Desire

One way to end a day's sailing is to sit quietly at anchor and absorb the new surroundings. Here, in this image, we are just below Wallasea Jetty, swamped and in our element; the low coast. It is time for reflecting on a passage accomplished - to watch as every drop of sun burns away the last of one’s desire...
 A little further inland, one tack with a favourable wind, sea winds still echo along the grassy banks of the Crouch. They climb the great clumps of land that rise up, and are swept along its grassy belts. If ever there was a "land of the giants" the hills there, and those that rise from every estuary up to Suffolk, would have been their stepping stones...

1 comment:

Paul Mullings said...

Beautiful photo Tony, I would like to believe the jet con trail is really a comet :)