There’s depth and quiet in the landscape out here at the coast over Easter. The bullrushes are showing their final russet coat before the decline, while distant hills seem transparent in the soft light.

 A full tide sweeps over the iron sand, keeping me up on the high track above the beach.

While a lone kingfisher keeps vigil, and a change in the weather slowly sweeps over the sky.

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