Yet another well over due post. I really am going to have to get a grip on myself. I wouldn't mind so much if I was struggling to generate material for the blog fast enough. In fact I could probably do a blog post every day for 2 or 3 weeks.
Ah well, here is the new one. It's a little different, especially for those viewers who are land locked. Early this year, I found out about a shipwreck graveyard almost 90 miles from me, on the West coast of England, at a place called Fleetwood. My good friend Dee drove me there one day, we had a great time. You need wellington boots on, the mud is deep and treacherous. It was a fine, sunny day, from time to time a slight haze would drift over. The sun was low in the sky, as it was late March. Both of those conditions made some of the shots difficult. I've put 23 photos out of the 65 that I took below.
There is not much to say about the photos, other than some of them have been there a very long time. As I wandered around the mudflats I saw bits of older wooden ships sticking up out of the mud. I had to wonder if the entire ship was under my feet. That would make for VERY deep mud! I'll not comment on these images. I did give a name to one of them. I hope you enjoy them.
Mud, mud, glorious mud!
Bird of Prey.