Chough are a motif here amongst precipitous cliff, rocky bluff and sand dunes. Their call evokes the coastal solitudes I love. Long black fingers as they soar. Wings folded in steep dive.
To the accompaniment of chough, we follow the coastal path through fading magenta bell heather and gorse to come in sight of The Calf of Man and the turbulent currents that run the narrows: between mainland and island. A seal plays in wild waters, another basks on the shore of Kitterland- an islet out in the narrows.
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