The storm was now well over the North Sea, blue skies above, the sun was shining on the acres of mud exposed by the low tide. It had been a full moon the night before, apparently it’s called a snow moon as it’s that time of year. Whatever it’s name it caused some exceptional spring tides now the water had virtually disappeared apart from a trickle in the middle of the channel; earlier the debris from the equally exceptionally high tide was heaped up on to the footpath.
At long last the daffodils around the harbour had come out in flower, brilliant patches of yellow in the bright
sunlight. All we needed now was a little more warmth in the sun and it would feel spring is on it’s way.
It was easy to make our way over to the causeway close to the mill ruin that looked so tempting. Unfortunately it was nothing of the sort, what ever it might have been now it petered out in the middle of sum reeds; we had to make our way over the field to get back on the path.