A walk out

First my squares - a little bit of wax resist (& too much ink!) Aileens gift of scrumptious shiny fabric, testing out how much a stamp pad ink bleeds (this is a popular card, I need more), layers, bits & pieces from my box, the detritus of work.

I went for a walk today & as has been done before, I recorded it. I was inspired by Aileen's post, too - what a beautiful place I live in! Across a track in front of our house is the beach, rocks, shells & at low tide, sand. A path to draw you in & a patient dog.

Some rocks jutting out of the sand, this is specially for Aileen ;)

Some land art by some kids staying in the self catering cottage near by - you can just see, a third of the way in from the right, just under one of the rocks, a Ringed Plover. I tried to get closer but it woud run away, so fast it had me in stitches.

There used to be an oyster farm run by the local estate. Now there are just the oyster cages left laying on the beach, rusting, gradually dissapearing. I had an idea to make an arch for the garden, getting a welder to simply bend it in the middle & stick it in the ground either side of a path. Too complicated, they are huge & I'd have had to ask the factor.

Worm casts in the sand.

And shells, of course, tho strangely no oyster shells just here.

It seems a long way to Ben Sgrtheall, that special hill on the mainland across the Sound, (that hill that I walked up last year) When the tide is so far out there is such distance all around. Those trees against the sky are some of my favorites. I love their bare branches & will miss the burgundy haze when the buds break. But then I will start to enjoy that delicous lime green & I will move into the next season. I'll walk some more soon.