(above) The Solway Firth from 700 Km (© NASA Landsat) I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall shipand a star to steer her by,And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s songand the white sail’s shaking,And a grey mist on the sea’s…
A Treasure Hunt Around Grune Point
Sheltering by heavy gorse from a brisk onshore wind, the bowed figure was silhouetted against the pale wintry sky on my walk around Grune Point. There is a place along the curving shingle of the Point where, at low tide, the Irish Sea ends and all that remains is sand. This is where I caught…