Tag: Walking

Out for a much-needed walk at lunchtime, my way was blocked by the high tide. I like it like this, the river showing us our place. Before the flood barrier was built across the River Colne and the flood plain was claimed by property developers, there were sand bags galore and you could take a boat to the pub door. The flood barrier has now, perhaps ironically, contributed to the riverbed silting up. I fantasise about winning the lottery so that I can buy a dredger. In the meantime, I get a text saying ‘Hello from the Environment Agency’ to warn me that my address is at risk of flooding. They reassure me that they’ll call with any flood warnings. For now, I keep my eye on the tide mark in the old shipyard dock outside with a wry smile on my face.
Moving On…
The Dying of the Light


Now the clocks have fallen back for winter, I count every moment of daylight. The work day dawns as I head to the train station, but has long since given way to night by the time I arrive home.
September Sunset

Through the Woods to the Water



Down to the River Colne by Whitehouse Beach, heading home.
Views from a long summer’s Sunday afternoon walk.

The more I move, the more settled I feel.
Three Seconds: Bliss
On a long Sunday afternoon walk in the June-light, a short stop by a stream then followed down to the estuary.
Distant Shore

If I want a break from the computer screen, I can be here in minutes. Another world, on my doorstep, the perfect tonic.