A seemingly endless vista of sand and sky...
... soothing the mind and freeing the soul.
Large gullies form and reform with successive tides.
...and strange unearthly formations are constantly being brought into being.
Grassy areas grow and prosper...only to be decimated by storms that smash them and reform them elsewhere.
These are the Eastern Lakes in the distance...past the salt marsh sheep grazing on the herbal plain...
...and the mouth of the Bay to the south...stretching out across 100 square miles of emptiness...
...to the west the blue mountains of the Lake district ...
...and to the north ...the plain left behind when the ice receded.
We climbed up on to the top of Humphrey... and the wind though hardly noticable on the flat sands, gusted and pushed against us.
...the potter thought that he would give the wind a hand in the sculpting of this ancient thorn tree!
...you can only smile...
