I had the good fortune to visit a small island in an estuary recently, somewhere in Essex (for a dear friend's birthday). The memory that particularly stands out is waiting for the tide water to go down, in the pitch black, as if I am standing in the middle of the estuary, while geese chat to each other across the way - their strange noises all around me.
Sunday, 10 February 2013
Northey Island
Labels:
awe,
beasts,
hairline crack,
interest,
Neptune,
sense,
silt,
solid in time,
winter
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