Some Days I See The Point

After class this morning, with a good few hours to kill till my evening shift at six, I decided to walk out to Glasson Dock. Situated right on the Lune estuary, Glasson's basically the remnants of Lancaster's days as a port, the last place that ships could still get to after the build-up of silt in the river had made it unnavigable for large vessels. These days fishing is Glasson's principle raison d'etre, and the Port Of Lancaster smokehouse there is renowned through the region for its produce.

This shot looks over the estuary from Glasson to Sunderland Point. The words of Mr Billy Bragg seem like a fitting accompaniment today.

I've never seen a meaningful TV advert
I don't think shopping is a metaphor for life
Don't waste my time at the gym in the morning
I try to keep trim by living my life

Wanna feel the wind blowing in my hair,
Wanna hear the waves crashing on the beach
I'm not seeking easy answers or inner peace
I'm just looking for some release

I want to help to make the world better
But I can't do it all on my own
Try to keep the lid on my disappointment
'Cause cynicism's such a cop out I know

Watch the shadows of clouds moving on the hill
Open my eyes and drink my fill
On those days that I feel dejected
I come up here for a bit of perspective

Gonna follow the path that climbs up through the trees
Walk along the cliff top and gaze out to sea
I feel free when I come up here
And if it's clear
Some days, I see the point.