Monday, October 29, 2012

Dawn of a fair day.

 In the cold, grey predawn light, the Isles of Fleet were left high and dry as it was low water.

 Slowly the October sun rose over...

 ...the wooded slopes of Carrick.

 The wet sand and the slowly flooding channel reflected the warm dawn light and promised a good day.

 The sparkling waters and sands... Knockbrex, Barlocco, Ardwall and...

Murray's Isles were calling. The bay was filling as the flood tide was running fast, time to phone David and Phil for a paddle.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Douglas, who could resist the promise of a morning like that?! :o)

    Kind Regards