That sounds like a cue for a song somehow! And of course Morecambe is famous for those.
However this is all about a glorious day spent wandering the salt marshes of The Bay with two of the five precious grandgirls.
Vast skies free the mind to extend the edges of our thinking.
We feel like the first explorers as we venture out into the flats of the bay.
Binoculars reveal the remains of a cocklers truck sunk half into those wobbly jelly-like sands.
Healthy fear keeps us waiting on the edge ....
....but we see the tide come roaring up the bay....
...and so we turn and respect this powerful element.
Pools have been formed and then reformed with each tide as it flows in and out.
Deep gullies appear and disappear with each month that we visit.
And the edges crumble away continually as the water takes it's toll on soft sandy clay.
Landward is this beautiful old farmhouse, and we wonder how many more years we will be able to visit before this too disappears into the quiet waters of the Bay.
Only the sea birds are undisturbed by any of this.
Oyster catchers wait together for the rising tide, before taking off on their magnificent circus flying acts over the shining Bay.
[By the way...anyone interested in the music history of Morecambe, can see a stunning film of that at Morecambe Library on the evening of Monday 17th October and Tuesday to be screened through out the day. Any more information can be had from Sonja Campbell of Happenstance Arts e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org ]