Morston at low tide on a milder but blowy day. we disturb a redshank whose footprints pattern the mud.

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there are a few boats moored – Guiding Star – a beautiful little crab boat, traditional in shape but made of resin with wooden trim.

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she has an inboard motor, tucked away in a wooden box amidships, as well as her sail.

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there’s a new looking oyster moored too – Lavinia

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and it seems someone has been sprucing up their tender.

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lots of lovely mud

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peaceful mud

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one rather neglected little boat always seems to be in the same spot on the mud under the footbridge

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Sal in perky mood after an ambush. T loves to run and wrestle in the muddiest part.

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the saltmarsh still wears its rusty winter aspect.

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everything dry and dead-looking

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brent geese in a huge flock, apparently un-bothered by us as we wade across the Stiffkey. even Tilda’s antics don’t disturb them.

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just a foot or two each way off the gravel shallows and it gets a bit deeper. if I am careful I can wade across in my tall Hunter wellies.

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the current is strong, pulling at my feet, splashing my trousers above my boots

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a few boats belonging to the mussel fishery

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and one which has been lying about here for at least eight years – just a resin hulk, but intact in spite of being tossed here and there by winter storms.

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a dry walk back along the coastal path, the wind behind us.

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