Welcome to the water’s edge.
The subject of this blog was inspired by a year spent living on this island’s southern shore. I came seeking refuge after four years spent in London, working as a market trader, a barmaid (yes, I did have to wear that outfit) and a tour guide, learning the tidal rhythms of Old Father Thames on holiday rambles. The first entries were written on the point of leaving for another shore, another sea; since then, I have spent almost all my free time walking and cycling around the estuaries of the Mersey and the Dee, learning their stories.
For most of my adult life, I have lived on coastlines and tideways, from the Mediterranean to the Mersey, but I grew up inland. I am still learning the sea. This blog is a place where I can sort through the fragments, oddities and treasures that I find along the way. All photos used here are my own, unless credited to others; you can usually tell by the low resolution of my camera…
In-between my coastal rambles, I am an archivist-in-training, an amateur folklorist and the often-solitary partner of an aid worker (which goes some way to explain the ebb and flow of posts here, too).
And I suppose, if you are reading this, I am a blogger.