I am forever walking upon these shores,
Betwixt the sand and the foam,
The high tide will erase my foot-prints,
And the wind will blow away the foam.
But the sea and the shore will remain
– from ‘Sand and Foam’ by Kahlil Gibran
It was blustery when we left the city, but it was wild on the shore at Formby Point. The sky was steel-grey, and occasional squalls blew in off the estuary, but the fierce wind was warm, even on this exposed stretch of coastline. It felt as if my being was reduced to a kernel isolated from everything in the world. Beyond the pummelling roar of the wind I could hear nothing and see little through steamed-up and sand-blasted glasses.
The shore was deserted but for two couples out dog-walking, like us. One of these, however, was accompanied by a pack of half a dozen Irish wolfhounds.
Here’s a gallery of black and white images that I took (click first image to view slideshow).