Creeksailor: July 2018

A special evening in the flooded valley of the Crouch is all one could hope for. Keep breathing and we should do it all again on the morrow. X

Welcome to the Creeksailor site

Take a seat in this tiny wooden cockpit of the web. Within these pages can be found true stories of high seas adventure, or rather pottering and creek crawling in the ditches and creeks of the Thames Estuary. I write about the wonders of our East Coast and hope that you the reader, like many others have, find these pages are a celebration of it. While here you may feel the wind blowing in the rigging, the rattling of halyards up the mast, and smell the very essence of sea-country.

contact: creeksailor @ hotmail.co.uk

So Many Creeks

Big creeks little creeks muddy creeks sandy creeks, deep creeks shallow creeks wide creeks narrow creeks. Salty creeks, smelly creeks, quiet creeks noisy creeks, long creeks short creeks, straight creeks, winding creeks, tidal creeks, dry creeks. Marshy creeks and flower filled creeks, little terns in creeks, geese filled creeks, withies in creeks, boat filled creeks, baron creeks, special creeks, enchanted creeks, solitary creeks, historic creeks, oysters in creeks, fish swimming in creeks-oh so many creeks. Memorable creeks magical creeks, glorious creeks, wonderful creeks, hard to forget some creeks. Seawall lined creeks, farm wharfs in creeks, wrecks in creeks, peaceful creeks, sail the creeks, pretty creeks, get stuck in creeks-oh so many creeks.

Creeksailor

Friday, 6 July 2018

On the Morrow