Even a casual observer will have noticed that I am very much a creature of habit; when the tide is due to be low and we are available to do so, I like to drag the family around the bay to Roa Island to do a bit of rock-pooling. Every time we do that, as we cross the causeway to Roa I point out the car park which gives access to the path to Foulney, another tidal island, and express a desire to one day explore it.
Well, we’ve been around to Roa again this week and I almost got my wish. We hadn’t really left enough time, but we did walk as far as the first automatic lighthouse (I assume that’s what it is?) on Foulney Embankment.
Foulney is essentially a shingle spit jutting out into Morecambe Bay. It’s houses important breeding colonies of Terns. And also a number of plants well adapted to growing in this relatively unpromising environment.
The wind was strong and very cold. This brief visit has whet my appetite, in more ways than one – apparently the glossy leaves of Sea Beet are something of a delicacy – and I really must make an effort to come back to see the island, and its tern colonies properly.
Rusting hulk by the Roa causeway. Barrow industry behind.
For today, however, we had an appointment with the tide to keep.