On the intertidal flats of the Duddon Estuary at ebb tide the lone pylon stands sentinel by the Lakeland fells in the distance. The cycles of erosion and deposition means the estuary is always changing and yet its quiet understated character remains the same.
Of course I cannot resist a potter along the channel to get a reflection of the pylon and the bright sunlight has wiped away almost all trace of the electricity lines. Wintering and passage birds also enjoy this quiet corner of Cumbria and its tasty treats beneath the mud and sands.
An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet, this week sojourning at E
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