Mersehead

I met up with my friend and his wife at Rockcliffe to collect some seaweed to rot down for Doris the apple tree to sink her feet into next spring, and for a walk out to Castlepoint, and then back for an ice cream watching a couple of lads digging on the beach (extra).
On my way back I stopped at Mersehead which I’ve passed many times but not visited before and went for a walk out to the shore and back past fields of barnacle geese. In the far distance I could just see two cyclists on the sands. The sea in the distance was roaring and looked like a mirage it was so far out. As i headed back the cyclists passed me and I asked them what it was like out there (it would scare the life out of me). They said it was firm sand all the way. So different to Morecambe bay.

Just watching Ralph Fiennes performing T.S.Eliot’s ‘Four Quartets‘. I haven’t quite got the concentration to follow fully, but what a remarkable tour de force. He memorised the whole thing during lockdown...astonishing.