The Story Behind the Photo: August 24, 2008

Dark and brooding sands of Lancaster.

Toward the end of August 2008 my wife, son and I took a trip from Sheffield to visit Lancashire. We stayed in a sea-view hotel in Morecambe, and the vast tracts of empty sand fascinated me. It’s said that the tide comes in here faster than a galloping horse, and indeed a few foolhardy folk have ventured out too close to the changing of the tide, and have been lost.

On the way back, we drove over the Snake Pass, which is astonishingly not only a narrow winding road over some of the highest parts of the Peak District, but also forms one of the few major thoroughfares from Sheffield to Manchester – two of the largest towns in the north of England.

Daily Photo: August 24, 2008

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.

Daily Photo: August 22, 2008

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.