As humanity sits in lockdown
Seemingly hibernating
Time standing still the world and tides rise and fall
And for many life goes on almost unabated
The fisherman returning of the flood tide after another night alone on the Celtic Sea
The flood tide filling the river and spreading out over the salt marsh
For the fisherman every night is social distance
Alone with on the end less waves, the sky and sea birds for companionship
The tides of time go on ebbing and flowing like the water round the old wreck
Ebbing and flowing in time less motion
Last night over the Celtic Sea the Easter Pink Supermoon rose
In a sort of bright isolated orb in the darkness
Casting it’s beam like a stream of rose gold
Like it has for millenea.
And the tides keep turning
Excellent
Thanks Tim
Beautiful Mic. Hope you’re holding up over there. Cheers Pauline and Swanny xx
Thanks Pauline, mmm I think Im running out of blog inspirations here. But it’s warm and picturesque and hopefully things will sort out soon. Hope you are both well.
Looks pretty quiet Mick! x
Everything is quiet Jude everyone is home for the lockdown
Same here, all quiet except the birds, and the lizards tearing around in the gutter – it’s the mating season!
Hey Mick, a very aquatic set of photos. Thanks. Hope you are holding up OK and getting enough fluids into you – both amber as well as wine coloured!! Am missing riding the Beemer but as we are still in lockdown, can’t do much at the moment.
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Hi Peter, yes very aquatic around here. The village is very small so I have to take the mighty guzzi to the supermarket. There is a good sized one around 25 k away. I take a scenic route. Have to pick up some more wine. I favouring selections from Rioja at the moment.
Beautiful photos!!
Thanks Saania