We went along to the
golf club for a bacon butty yesterday. We thought we would go while we still
could – it had sleeted on & off & the forecast was for things to get worse.
We half expected to be snowed in by today - we’re not.
As we went along the prom we could see the snow that had clearly fallen on the Lakeland fells & the Pennines, even some lower lying hills.
We sat in the main
room which has windows across the course. Snow heightened patterns in the
ground as it stuck to some surfaces but not others. We were surprised by how
many oystercatchers had come ashore & seemed to be rootling in the longer grass of
the rough, looking for food. They had clearly abandoned the coastal stretches
they prefer.
We didn’t stay long.
A funeral party arrived. Although we were not asked to leave or to move to the members
only bar, we ended up feeling intrusive & a little claustrophobic in the
weight of black that surrounded us.
No comments:
Post a Comment