The March Mist Clung & Chilled…
(Blakeney, Norfolk, 6th March 2026…)
A sea mist languished over the quay, its damp dew clinging to my winter coat
As I trod the causeway above and through Blakeney’s dull marshes, lifeless
And devoid of colour, bar the dun mud and harsh grasses of grim green.
My thick wool-woven scarf became moist at my throat
And the chill wind rendered my bare hands icy cold and useless,
Save taking an occasional photograph of the discouraging, yet alluring scene…
A flurry of wavering flute-like calls by curlews and the disturbed single cries
Of oystercatchers broke the eerie silence demanded by the reduced visibility,
For even Cley’s windmill had been devoured by the clag, dank yet ethereal.
Yet, quite quickly the creeks shrugged off the murk and soon the stunning rise
Of a marsh harrier could be seen, marshalling the marshlands like nobility,
Its predatory flight ominously languid, its imminent threat all too real…
Pete Ray…
6th March 2026…
Following the drive from Solihull, visibility was poor at Blakeney in Norfolk but a causeway walk of 2.3 miles was undertaken anyway.
Curlews, redshanks, oystercatchers and even a great egret were spotted but when the fog suddenly began to clear, a superb marsh harrier appeared, scouring the marshes for prey…
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.