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Swimming Against the Stream
You dreamed of this island and I wanted to buy you the book Remember? You said it was too much. The river sweeps past Hilbre’s rocks carrying the silt of Berwyn Hills out into the Celtic sea....
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Hilbre: Sand Ripples and Worm Casts
Low tide. bright sunshine and a bracing wind from the west – a perfect morning to walk over the sands to Hilbre in the Dee estuary. Something about the angle of the light at this time of year seems to...
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And All the Wheels of Being
Wheels must turn steadily, but cannot turn untended. There must be men to tend them, men as steady as the wheels upon their axles, sane men, obedient men, stable in contentment. Crying: My baby, my...
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A Sedimentary Resonance
Viewed from my vantage point on the old lifeboat station, Hilbre’s role as guardian of the seaward approach to the River Dee becomes clear. Her cliffs, layers of weathered red and yellow sandstone...
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