Morecambe Bay

As we drove along the promenade to the Pub, I couldn't help but notice the beauty of the scene before me. Yesterday, in the morning, it had been grey & overcast. In the afternoon, the skies cleared & turned blue. It was still hazy across the Bay, though ghostly shapes of the land there could just about be discerned. The tide was out, so vast stretches of wet sand filled the intervening land. The sand & the rocks of the sea defences had taken on a pinkish hue, though quite why I have no idea. It was still far too early for sunset. All seemed serene & peaceful, so quiet. It quite took my breath away.

Too my mind one of the joys of living by the sea is its ever changing nature. You never quite know what you will find. Sometimes grim & black. Sometimes rough & threatening. Sometimes reflecting blue skies in millpond still water. Here the views change dramatically as the tides come & go. The Bay fills rapidly. Indeed at Arnside, as the Kent enters the Bay, there is an impressive bore tide, where the estuary goes from a dribble of water to being full as a tidal wave sweeps up the estuary. The land on the other side appears & disappears, sometimes crisply sharp, others just a haze of mist. As I say, you never quite know what you'll find, but it rarely fails to amaze, & often stuns.