We packed a sandwich and fruit and snacks and plenty of drinks. Not really a picnic but I need to refuel on such a long walk. It was actually very warm and the breeze from the incoming sea was welcome on my face. So off we go jumping over water, often smelling pungent green or brown filled pools of stagnant water. There was, as always, all manner of washed up objects, some remains of a kill looking unpleasant, sadly with feathers, the wings and carcase of one or more decaying birds. A skull and selection of white bones from an animal fill a hole, now all that remains of a drowned sheep. The tide line and the fences gather a huge tangle of all that the sea washes up on to our shores. I see feathers, seaweed, bottles, ropes, crab shells, balloons from celebrations final resting place, plastic objects, ragged pieces of lost clothing, odd shoes and plastic wrappers and toys and balls from humans at other places, all washing up here on our shore. As they cling to the wire fences so do the young black and white calves, all tagged and numbered, clambering to the fence to take a better look at us. Behind them about twenty geese sat in the field, it seemed a strange combination.
The erosion of the land is quite shocking to see. years ago we would have walked straight across this sandy area as it was part of the grassy shore. Huge chunks of the banking have collapsed and wider gullies are forming as the sea pours in and the damage will only get worse as another Winter takes its toll.
As we reached near to the stone outcrop the water had also crept up and reached up to this little island and had left a tide line shattered with feathers and leaves and seaweed and grasses. I saw a lovely feather, I had to pick it up, then another and too late now to resist...my collecting had begun. I felt that, ooh feeling, a pull to so many objects and I was thrilled to find the blackened sycamore seeds with the contrasting green. I know I don't need to collect another feather ever, but I felt such an attraction to seeing such beautiful and interesting things, blue and white shells, skeleton sycamores, amazing brown and white striped feathers and black and white patterned pointed feathers and some orangey red berries. They are all similar to others I have found in the past but I listen to how excited I feel when I find such objects and feel so inspired by them. I loved the spotty leaf, everything I collected was chosen from the hundreds of others washed up and begging me to take them home.
|work in progress|
The ditches have been cleaned out and wild flowers cut back in preparation for winter, earthy smells of peat and moss and green stagnant water, but all looks tidy and organised. A rest as we lean over the gate and glimpse into the wood under the shade of the huge old Oak tree. Can you see the Rowan berries in the hedgerow?
|The tide coming into the estuary|
|my finished drawing|
A lovely evening to end the day. Hope you are all enjoying your Summer days.
Thank you for the lovely comments which I always enjoy reading. Hope you enjoy my walk .
See you soon Millyx