Saturday was the last of the Prom Art Shows held in Grange-over-Sands.
I was feeling lousy!
I had done my back in and I just didn't want to know anybody or anything!
So as standing and walking was less painful than sitting...I upped sticks and went off on a long walk.
West along the north edge of the Bay where it meets the River Kent.
Past salt marshes where sheep were grazing.
Past the railway line that takes you from Carnforth up into the Lakes.
Through green tunnels.
Past ancient north country walls, sprouting greenery never to be seen in the city.
I spied an old farmhouse and took a pic. Smoke poured out of the ancient chimneys and the white walls shone in the autumn sun.
Under the railway bridge the path took me right along side of this house.
Outside the gate a stand held copies of the book...
I might buy a copy I thought and walked on.
Then changed my mind and went back to have another look....
...and there was the man himself.
Most of us in this country know about the dangers of Morecambe Bay.
The tides go out and leave 100 sq. miles of sand uncovered.
But as the tide turns it speeds in at about 30 miles an hour...faster than a man can run.
Also the sand is sinking sand. If you linger too long you may be trapped and unable to extricate your feet from the sucking down terror.
Recently the worst tragedy was the Chinese cocklers who perished when they were caught in the dark by the flood tide.
A guide is needed to weave a path through the sands and people regularly are taken out by the guides across the Bay.
Cedric very kindly allowed me to take a photo. Then in my excitement...I forgot to buy the book!
I shall. I'll leave it on the coffee table up at the house on the Bay.
I haven't walked the Bay myself yet.
One day ...I hope!
