Well it has to be said that my
visit to The Wash was something of a damp squib. Not in a disappointing way; it was just that
it poured down. And it was so grey, heavy, gunmetal grey. The rain inevitably had an impact on the views
but it was still possible to experience the desolation, the sense of endless
horizons, of being in a timeless landscape.
The salt marshes had limited accessibility but I spotted sea lavender and
sea purslane, their green grey foliage evidence bathed by tidal waters as they
struggle to exist in the hostile, saline environment
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