Shingle beach at Far Arnside.
Suddenly, I’m a behind again. This images are from a fortnight ago; one of those BWOOs (Brief Window of Opportunity) where I found myself with a couple of hours to spare on a sunny Saturday afternoon. At this remove, the images look quite spring-like, and there were plenty of primroses on the bank on Cove Road where they always seem to appear earlier than anywhere else…
But in truth, the wind was stiff and Siberian, a herald of the snows which would arrive later in the week.
Meathop Fell seen across the Kent Estuary.
I opted for a slight variation on an old favourite – following the coast past Far Anrside and White Creek to New Barns, near to Arnside, but then climbing over the Knott and home again.
Arnside Knott panoramas (click on photos for larger versions)
I’m always tempted to photograph the pale shingle at Far Arnside, and this time I did…
…which set me thinking about the various surfaces I would traverse on my walk.
…with or without shells…
Harder, drier, ridged sand.
Leaves and twigs in the woods.
Mud on the Knott.
…seemed like a suitable musical accompaniment. Apparently, the song was first popularised by Elvis and Percy Sledge also had a hit with it, but it’s this version by Nick Lowe which I know.
I could, and should, have extended the walk but rushed back to watch the Calcutta Cup on the gogglebox. For England Rugby fans true love certainly travels by a gravel road.