Mudlarks

Reflection Shadows Rusty landscape on a tank in Itchenor East Head perambulation

Snapped a couple of random images at a wayside garden centre as we headed back to West Wittering, which turned out to be seething – but we managed to get away from much of the crowd by walking out to the end of of East Head. I lay on the dunes, upside down, in the sun, as a bumblebee, or similar, quartered the airspace over my head. I watched, with great joy, several groups of children – mainly girls – working themselves up to coating themselves from head to foot in the dark, unctuous mud of the mudbanks on the other side of one of the bodies of water. To begin with they were tentative, but then started slithering and sloshing around with great gusto. Overhead, a series of microlights buzzed back and forth – and a Tiger Moth, I think, dipped in and out at one point. What a glorious place.