Two days after Christmas it is cold but still and a good day for walking. So Sarah and I drive over to the far side of the Wirral and do our favourite walk, our favourite meditation. It’s The Shining Shore walk and I’ve written about it many times on here before. So today I won’t write about the walk so much as a few observations on the way round. And some more pictures of those curlews.



Nosing through kissing gates and pointing out interesting things to smell.


Where, as ever, the food tastes better outdoors.

Both to use getting the fire going on her allotment.
Meanwhile I look at the winter trees. The trees that can be seen in all their naked intertwining now the leaves are gone until the spring.
I am always at peace here among these trees. Whether under the canopy cover of high summer or the open to the sky of now. I’ve come to this place for years now, mostly with Sarah but also with other friends and we never just walk through. It’s a place that seems to ask you to stop. Stop walking. Stop worrying if you’re worrying. Stop thinking if you’re thinking too much. Just stop. And be.
Today I stop and I only think of the trees. And this is enough.






The day is very very still. As quiet as we’ve ever heard it down here. So we speak quietly too.

I also notice the cliffs, the boulder clay cliffs of Thurstaston and their continuing erosion. Here’s me from four years ago:
“The cliffs at Thurstaston are a thing of great beauty. Made of eroding boulder clay, they are a designatedĀ Site of Special Scientific Interest and cannot be protected from erosion ā it is the erosion that is important to their status. But the erosion is now proceeding faster than weāve ever seen because of the extremely heavy rainfall thatās been happening much of the time since last Summer.
TheĀ boulders in the cliffs are rocks transported to Wirral from Scotland and the Lake District underneath Ā glaciers during the last Ice Age, ending between 12,000 and 14,000 years ago. (Much more about the geology of here can be learned from āA History of Wirralā by Stephen J. Roberts, a reader of this blog, which Iāve just borrowed from the library.)
And I get that the cliffs are naturally eroding. The tide reaches them most days after all. But this rate of collapse is extraordinary and is explained by the amount of water the hillside is attempting to hold. The whole of our walk today would have to be described as āsquelchyā ā and thatās been true of all the walks weāve done here since last Spring. The weather has changed radically, and the rapid collapse of the cliffs would seem to be one result.
So if you love them, come and see them soon. We canāt save them, we can only bear witness.”
Today, at the end of 2016, I bear witness.
Seeing the falling forward that’s going on here feels like saying goodbye to an old and faltering friend.
Then the flock of curlews put all thoughts of sorrow and geology out of our minds. Sarah notices them first.

While I’m taking this picture a soft drumming which is the beating of all of their wings whooshes suddenly louder…

My hands and my eyes and my soul know this is special so I follow the flock with my camera as it swoops and soars and I take these photographs.
As the flock heads off over to Wales we both breathe out again, breathing the word ‘murmuration.’ Except these are definitely wading birds and not starlings.
Gorgeous and miraculous.
And for the next show?
Special in their way, but if their motors had buzzed over us a couple of minutes ago then the curlews might not have done what they just did.



With the everyday miracle that is Nicholl’s Ice Cream. Perfect.

Later on I check if that was a murmuration we saw and the word does only seem to apply to flocks of starlings. Still, if you google ‘flock of curlews’ you’ll see some pictures similar to the ones I took today.
The correct collective noun is ‘a herd of curlews’!
Information found here: http://www.britishbirdlovers.co.uk/articles/collective-nouns-for-birds
Yes, I’d noticed that. But I prefer ‘flock’ as a description of what they were doing.
I agree. Herd is about 4 legged creatures – cows, deer etc. Flock is a far better description.
Thank you. Also ‘herd’ in the way we use it is more agricultural, implying a degree of human influence or even control that certainly didn’t apply to those curlews yesterday.
I can’t get a proper look at the pictures on my phone but there look to be a good number of black-tailed godwits in that flock, maybe some golden plovers too.
I’m no expert on bird identification. Must be pretty unusual to have a mixed species flock though?
Fantastic photographs of the trees and stunning capturing the “flock” of curlews. Enjoyed my stroll with you both.
Such wonderful imagery of nature!