On Monday evening, TBH and I made the most of a final evening of baby-sitting grand-parents and got out for another ‘stomp’ to a haven of peace and tranquility. A heron was silhouetted and reflected in the channel again, like some prehistoric fisherman.
The tide was coming in, but the tide was only beginning to flow upstream and was gentle and calm, in keeping with the evening and not at all like the cross-currents, tidal bore and rips that can arrive with the incoming tide.
The remnants of the sunset was a subtle wash of pastel shades reflected in the mirror water.
The Lots were resplendent with a tiny forest of early purple orchids, which will have to wait for better light conditions before playing a starring role in their own post!