Tuesday, 27 September 2011
Grey was the colour of the sky on Saturday, it seemed to brighten up late afternoon after the tide has gone down. At about 6pm we ventured down onto the shore for our walk. My husband noticed the erosion of the banking and how wet the ground was, it has been a few weeks since he walked with me. I think maybe he thinks I exaggerate when I tell him about how wet it was on my walks. Another hairy caterpillar crawled in front of me, would it survive to become a moth I wondered. There are so many feathers, I sat on the boulders and examined a find. The view out to sea was lovely, so still and calm and quiet. The grey clouds hang over the hills and the sun is dropping, it won't be long until the light fades. With my hand full of feathers we slowly wander along the crumbling banks and know it is getting darker as the station lights are switched on. As we make our way to the area where my swan usually lives, it so silent and still. The railway bridge has been unwrapped of all the plastic and the wooden boards and scaffolding are gone, the fresh green paint makes it look brand new again. As we make our way back to the station the reflection of the station lights make a line of yellow shapes in the water. The sky has darkened and the daylight has almost gone. It is just after 7pm as I climb the steps of the foot bridge over the railway line, the sky is darkening. As I glance across the shore I can see the lights from the houses on the other side of the estuary. No one will been seen here until the early morning walkers and their dogs.
I place my feathers in the kitchen window, grey and white from the gulls, and they whisper to me, try out your new grey ink....so I did.
Posted by MILLY at Tuesday, September 27, 2011