A photo from this date, at some point in the past.
The deadly beach at Morcambe.
The beach here in Morcambe struck me with its monochromatic, desolate beauty. In that beauty is a terrible danger, also; the flatness of the land means the tides come in at an astonishing rate, and there was once a case of people drowning because they were unable to outrun it.
The spider that defied time and space.
I found this little guy on the back of our car, and was struck by his movements. He moved his legs so fast that my eye wasn’t able to register it. As he walked, it quite literally looked as though his legs simply appeared, instantly, in a new spot. It really got me to wondering what time felt like for the spider, and whether he thought I was moving impossibly slowly.
Morcambe promenade, early morning – this was a lovely place.
A short, late-summer holiday to Morcambe, in Lancashire. This really was a pretty spot, right on the seaside.
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