Sunday, 10 February 2013

Northey Island

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.




















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