Boustead Hill overlooked the marshes bordering Solway Firth - the tide was out - dark birds flew over the reed beds - water glistened in narrow creeks -
In the distance, I could glimpse stretches of bright yellow sands - beyond was the brimming estuary, flowing swiftly to the sea -
Cattle grazed on the rough pasture near the road - signs warned motorists of flooding at high tide -
Above the roofs of the lonely silent houses was the vast turbulent sky -
Perfect for women in black said Alyson -
17.05
17.05
14 July 2014
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