Another moment of stillness and calm beauty. Two swallows circling around the little jetty that juts out into the Estuary. I’m nearly finished a longish poem about a journey up the estuary and the beauty of all that, but I doubt I’ll capture that as well as the swallows did this morning.
One of my favourite places, the mouth of Balcombe Creek, especially when it breaks through to the bay from the estuary after good rain. I took this footage on the iphone on a cold Friday afternoon. It’s a place I come back to again and again in my writing.