Painterly Gulls against a painted sky I started early on Thursday. It was so cold that I wore gloves for the first half of the trip and wondered if I shouldn’t have worn my thermals. Sea birds wheeled and screeched while clouds the colour of bruises, were being whipped across the sky by a savage wind. Hunched down and with my hands thrust deeply into my pockets, I walked the 4.3 Km from Howrah to Tranmere. Mostly the light was too poor to take pictures and when occasionally a fleeting patch of sun cast an unearthly spotlight upon some feature or other - Droughty Point never looked so good - my reflexes were too slow to capture it. I didn’t even get a photo of the two large ships which appeared to be mating in the river. Swinging around on their anchors, they first chased each other, then faced each other bow to bow as if they were communicating something deep and meaningful.Then they turned their backs upon one another like a long married couple. I could hav...
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