Sunday, September 6, 2009
To be able to take off on a bicycle through a misty autumn evening, dog running alongside, dodging cow-pads and long limbed brambles. Binoculars around the neck and at the ready. Every trip outside can reveal something new or something familiar seen in a new light. This new pleasure came in the form of 12 Grey Seals lying out on an island, rolling, scratching, open mouthed and dark eyed. Curlews flew scolding the disturbance caused by my four legged friend and parked up in the dying grey light I marvelled at the sea all around.