The Shining

The low sunlight of an autumn afternoon can make a place look as if it’s stage-lit.

Shining.

Shining.

And rich in rose hips and berries.

And rich in rose hips and berries.

It’s Sunday and we’re on our way down to our place, our Shining Shore.The Shining01

The tide’s just turning so we’re doing the walk the opposite way round to our usual.

Because Sarah loves to walk by the water.

Because Sarah loves to walk by the water.

The heavy clouds towards the moth of the Dee are clearing.

The heavy clouds towards the mouth of the Dee are clearing.

And the sun is lighting up that white cottage there. It’s the Shore Cottage Studio. Sarah’s been in touch with the owners and is keen for us to come and have a closer look at it someday soon. But not today. Today’s just for us. Sarah’s busy with funerals and so needs this, a one day retreat, to just be.

And listen to the water.

And listen to the water.

Watching what it does as the tide ebbs.

Watching what it does as the tide ebbs.

The tide and the recent torrential rains are continuing their relentless work on the boulder clay cliffs here.

Recent fallings of green growth.

Recent fallings of green growth.

And even stoneworks.

And even stoneworks.

From up there.

From up there.

Well away from the cliffs, we stop for our lunch.

And we watch the birds, doze a bit and read a bit.

And we watch the birds, we eat, and we read a bit.

We are always deeply content in this place. Sarah says:

“Maybe this will be the last time we can sit for so long somewhere outside this year? Maybe it will be too cold soon?”

Maybe. But today we’re in no hurry to move. Hours go by and the tide goes out.

Moving on we find more erosion.The Shining13

This piece of the cliff is dramatically hollowing out.

This piece of the cliff is dramatically hollowing out.

Eventually we leave the beach behind.

Eventually we leave the beach behind.

And this is not us, but another pair we pass by, content in the sunny afternoon.

And this is not us, but another pair we pass by, content in the sunny afternoon.

We begin the steady climb uphill towards The Dungeon.

Towards that perfect tree at the top of the hill, a mile or so away.

Towards that perfect tree at the top of the hill, a mile or so away.

The hedgerows are heavy with seeds.

The hedgerows are heavy with seeds.

And berries.

And berries.

And the shining continues through the afternoon.

And the shining continues through the afternoon.

Sometimes you’re glad of a barbed wire fence.

Though I think he’s mainly concerned about the babies in the next field.

Grazing peacefully.

Grazing peacefully as we pass through The Dungeon..

Walk nearly done, we pass these pumpkins, all ready for Halloween.

Walk nearly done, we pass these pumpkins, all ready for Halloween.

And by the time evening is descending we're in Parkgate, looking out over the Marshlands.

And by the time evening is descending we’re in Parkgate, looking out over the Marshlands.

And are we eating ice-cream? Of course we are. Even if it’s too cold for everyone else by now. Perfect days need perfect ends and this was our retreat. A day of observing life and nature around us, and the lives and nature of ourselves.

6 thoughts on “The Shining

  1. stan cotter

    Hi Ronnie, You keep triggering my mind here my friend, in picture no5 do you know the cottage in the photo was once a coastguards cottage?

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  2. Stephen Roberts

    Very Nice as usual. Every inch of the walk so familiar and so nice to be reminded of again. I always used to walk down there at times of crisis and transition in order to derive peace and inner calm from the numinous quality of the landscape. When I look at your pictures, I can hear the birds and the waves and that distant roar of sea and wind. It is wonderful

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    1. Ronnie Hughes Post author

      Thanks Stephen, part of the ‘quietening down of the rage to succeed’ that I was writing about last week is writing posts like this. Peaceful, calm and not much to shout about.

      Reply

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