I am obsessed with Shingle Street, specifically I am obsessed with its fluidity. It is a place of movement.
Dramatic changes have been happening there. Soon the secret pool will be no more. The high shingle banks around the pool have gone. This is the pool at high tide now – very different to 4 months ago.
The waves have started to wash over into the pool, it is only a matter of time before the rest of the shingle is moved and the pool becomes the sea again.
The same is happening with the spit that forms the lagoon – the shingle has been moved, the beach is flattening out – the sharp drop to the sea is now replaced by a more shallow incline on the seaward side.
And of course the waves are now crashing over the spit too.
At low tide, it is as if the plug has been pulled out of the lagoon
I explored and stepped onto the mud.
I only just managed to get out.
No more swimming in the secret pool for me, not after I found this massive decomposing fish in there.
N.B. The dog wasn’t happy with me taking the photos of the sea crashing over the shingle spits, we got very wet and he thought that if someone was going to be swept out to sea it wasn’t going to be him.
The dog in happier moments
N.B. The secret pool still has water in at low tide, but the space is shrinking – I hope the sea break through soon so that all the fish can swim away.
I wanted to swim, but didn’t – I needed to write instead