Wednesday, 28 October 2015
Saturday, 17 October 2015
The Wonder
The wonder is that magic places still exist
just across the way, around the corner, beyond the seawall. Some are blind -
seeing mud a spartan and sticky gloom - a hostile landscape of salt and sea,
wild marsh and lonely prairie. But those that know - they return every year to
wallow in the song of ducks, to smell the sea winds on the great flats, to wade
the tide-lines with shank; tread the vast sandbanks in solitude, and to witness
the melody of a new dawn and smile - invigorated by all that glitters -
sleeping sound at the day's magical end... Tony
Tuesday, 13 October 2015
Blood Moon & Ghosts
Something just swept past down the mud and slid away over to Fingringhoe Marshes, heading in a Tollesbury direction. It came straight off Rat Island... A friendly warning to anyone on the coast roads or in a boat: Black Shuck could be out tonight👻:-h
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