Spotlight and floodlight play over Piel Castle and cloud-shadows flow over the salt-marsh threaded with creeks where curlew and redshank call. Shingle, mud-flats and deep-water channels are sunlit, colour and fade. .
To the north, Piel Castle, Barrow, Black Combe and White Combe, the outliers of the fells. To the south, Morecambe Bay and Blackpool Tower. To the west, sand-dunes and the Irish Sea and wind farms.
Sunlight colours a curve of shingle. Within the curve, sand shelves into deep water where stanchions define the navigation channel. Rocks cluster where the sand bank plunges into water, smooth voluptuous rocks coloured dark and pale. The North wind makes my eyes water, wrestles me from steadying my camera. A video lurches from focus on those distant rocks. A cormorant flies low and dark heads pop up from the deep- water channel. A rock rolls over and raises a flipper. A small dark seal hauls out of the water onto the sand bank, flops down and shuffles amongst the others. A gull keeps close, looking for food. Perhaps I hear the seals' mournful cry through the loud wind, perhaps not. Ungainly on land, they are powerful and agile in the water. Grey seals, a motley of greys.
Cumbria Wildlife reports that on 5 October the first grey seal pup to be born this breeding season was spotted at South Walney Nature Reserve/.
Waders whose legs and feet may be hidden as they feed in shallow water, colour subdued in poor light. A flock of redshank illuminated shows startling red legs. And when a wader's foot suddenly shows you may be in for a surprise.
I wish my mind's-eye might archive images precisely. Or may be the mystery is the magic. I hear redshank call and the flock is a cascade of lights in a bright sky, like a firework.