Looking out across the salt-marsh toward Piel Castle, I picture the convict Able Magwitch hauling himself up from deep gullies, masked in mud. A mystery ship appears, and slowly turns away- the Hulks, the convict ship from which Magwitch has escaped. But the day lacks any hint of the menace Dickens conjures in 'Great Expectations.' Sunlight plays on the castle ruins and glints on the water channels and clouds cast fleeting shadow. Little egrets gleam in the sun and there are waders foraging in shallow water about the old pier. Red shank are calling and a solitary greenshank appears.
Channels through the salt-marsh and Piel Castle, Piel Castle and the old pier, Yellow Horned Poppy and greenshank
Piel castle and the old pier, sea-holly with the Irish Sea on the west coast of Walney, and the wind turbines out to sea
Piel Castle is always compelling as a photographic subject but today the light was constantly changing and the cloudscapes were interesting.