Beached

This morning I took Dan and Abi down to Morecambe to drop them off at the music shop, which is owned by their mum's partner, David. After dropping them off (and buying a digital piano, so Dan and Abi can practise at home), I popped over the road to take a photo of the bay.

You have probably heard of Morecambe Bay, possibly in the context of people needing to be rescued when they've been stranded by the tide. This is not because the people who go out cockle picking are particularly slow-witted, it's because the tide comes in so fast, which I believe is a consequence of the bay being so flat.

Nearly twenty years ago, I worked with a chap, Alan, who'd built a boat, a catamaran, with a friend of his. Because that type of boat has two hulls, you can pilot them in quite close to shore and, as the tide goes out, they settle down in a nice even position. Alan and his family moored on Morecambe Bay one night and he described to me how, the following morning, he could actually hear the tide whizzing across the mud flats, faster than walking pace. 

I didn't hang around to wait for the tide to come in today but I was pleased with my photo of these boats.