8am on Brae Hill on the 26th May had a surreal atmosphere as the crystal clear air and bright low sunlight bathed the deep blue river water, the whitened drying sand on the falling spring tide against the green bluffs of farmland in such a perfect light. The clean colour along this brilliant estuary reaches out to the hard outlines of the headlands and the horizon already dotted with fishing boats.

The air is fresh not yet of the summer balmy warmness and the people are few. Most have dogs and wellies whilst some have water bottles and lycra. I had a dog and so did my friend. The dogs had rabbit chasing in mind and the rabbits were alert enough to ensure that for days to come they will be there to enjoy the enchanting spot of poetry and tranquillity whilst we are back to the more ordinary places from which we came.