Morecambe Bay from Humphrey Head
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Morecambe Bay from Humphrey Head Sunlight and an ebb tide create pattern as sand-bars show through the water. We sit on lichened rocks looking out to Morecambe Bay, entranced by the constantly changing light. Behind us, to landward, the sky is deep blue. Arnside Knott is no more than a shadow.
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