I am fortunate enough to live in a beautiful place and there is not a day goes by when I don’t thank my lucky stars for ending up in such a wonderful environment. It was purely by chance I came to visit a cottage by the sea some 25 years ago and fell in love with Silverdale, even the name sounds delightful! I don’t live in the same house anymore, but the sea is just a short walk away. The stroll down the hill to the shore is a joy, even when the wind gets you on your journey. When I first came to live here, the shore, as it’s called locally, was mostly salt marsh, a wonderful place to walk and peer into the pools teeming with aquatic life. The marsh has almost gone now, the tides have eroded it away giving the sea free reign to cast its spell in a new and interesting way.

the shore

RSPB Leighton Moss is a short walk from my house, and according to Chris Packham serves the best lemon drizzle cake ever! I agree with him, it’s wonderful and gluten-free, which is a bonus for all you non-wheaties. I have to say, I do spend quite a bit of time there, any excuse for coffee and cake – after a walk of course! Leighton Moss offers some wonderful photography opportunities, even if you’re not interested in birds, wonderful light and landscape whatever the time of year.

leighton moss reeds2 leighton moss reeds

One of the most amazing happenings at Leighton Moss each year, is the gathering of starlings, or murmurations as they are called. This spectacular display attracts thousands of visitors each year and is truly a sight to behold. They do fly low in huge numbers, so you have to watch your head – and wear a hat, or you could go home with more than you came with!


The light starts to fade, the colours turn golden, and a fiery red glistens across the water. A stillness pervades the air before it is filled with the sound of starlings in flight. There is just a hint of rain casting circles in the water, followed by thousands of droplets as they fly overhead.

starlings 2

The darkness descends, as the clouds encroach, and the sky becomes thickened with tiny specks before they drop into the reeds in a noisy frenzy to settle for the night.


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