A boat on Morecambe Bay. What a convenient place to park ones boat just on the promenade no chance of it breaking away. I wonder if those cross-hatchings mean no stopping - unless you are a boat.
In the middle this weeks snow how nice to think back to a summer when just chilling out on a beach is possible without being chilly. Last week's tides were high so those large chunks of stone that form a barrier will take the sting out of the waves.
A more substantial barrier by the coast road on the opposite side of the bay to the previous photos and on my side of the bay. Possibly one could peek through the holes from the other side while keeping dry in high tides with the wind behind them.. Although this year it has been remarkably still, possibly because of the billows of clouds coming across the Atlantic. But even a sunny winter day like this it was calm.
So peaceful, and a bundle of seaweed waiting to be taken out to sea again.
Meanwhile on a tidal creek for these boys there is some exploring to be done and with a bit of imagination some great adventures to begin, while never setting sail.
An entry to ABCWednesday. The start of the journey through the alphabet, our second port of call - B
Baby boomer living on the coast of north west england who likes walking up hills and down dales but not necessarily in that order. Added value is a cold drink at the end with a frothy top.
Super power wished I had - ability to read at the speed of Star Trek's Data but until that happens my to be read pile keeps growing.