time and tide

Waders live in a fascinating niche.  The place they call home, that borderland between land and sea, never stops moving.  At first glance the flocks look like the same species but closer inspection reveals mixed flocks, my favourite Grey Plover standing, gawky, amongst the tiny Dunlin, like the tallest boy in the class, always looking slightly embarrassed by their height.

Working here as the ‘Ben my Chree’ slides past I feel a comforting thread linking me to family and ‘home’ across the Irish Sea.