Strands: ‘the tide-line is an open book, an account of what the world desires, and then wishes to be rid of.’

Regular readers of these posts will now that one of our favourite places is the coastline north of Liverpool, stretching from Formby Point up to Ainsdale, with many walks along strand and through dunes in a place that feels so wild and so distant, yet within sight of the city skyline.  Jean Sprackland once walked here for twenty … Continue reading Strands: ‘the tide-line is an open book, an account of what the world desires, and then wishes to be rid of.’

‘Prints': 6000 year-old footprints in the sand

The prehistoric human footprints of Formby beach have always fascinated me (I wrote about them here a couple of years ago).  So last week’s Poem of the Week on the Guardian website caught my attention.  ‘Prints’ by Helen Tookey takes as its theme the prehistoric human footprints that have been discovered, baked into the mud-layers beneath … Continue reading ‘Prints': 6000 year-old footprints in the sand

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More peregrinations at Formby Point.  This time we arrived shortly after high tide: the air smelled strongly of fish, and thousands of birds were assembled on the beach and offshore, no doubt feeding off what had been swept in on the tide. Lancashire’s mild maritime climate attracts large numbers of Arctic and northern European-breeding birds … Continue reading There was no message