Calm

The day ended quietly, Morecambe Bay flat calm and draining imperceptibly into the Irish Sea.  Summer returned, it was warm, humid and still, and out in the Bay as the waters ebbed away, herons and egrets began to fish in the shallow water and greenshanks flew past calling tuu-tuu-tuu.

I haven't been to Jack Scout for 6 months or more.  It was Wifie's idea to go for a tea and cake at Wolf House, then take Gus brambling.  I left them to it and went to watch the changing light over the Bay.  There was a fisherman on the end of the boulder ridge that is the remnant of a failed 19th century folly to reclaim a large chunk of the Bay.  The shafting light reflected in the waters of the Bay reminded me of microscope slides of cells dividing, their chromosomes being pulled apart by fan-like threads into the two new cells.

We needed calm in the morning too, with our second visit in two days to Lancaster first thing.  But things are moving quickly after that conversation on Friday.

There's another photo in the extras after the fisherman had left and the waters had ebbed further.  A solitary heron was in the shallows to the left, and I waited for him to fly into the brighter light.  But when he eventually did I was looking down at the camera screen, another lesson learned.