Where land becomes sea; when day becomes night; when the tide rests at its height: these are liminal times and liminal places where the veil that hides the Other-World becomes a permeable thing and allows the magic to slip through. Sometimes we just happen to be there to catch it.
The recent heat wave has held me away. But tempted out by a cooler evening, I took the camera for a walk along Breydon Water, and hit just the right time.
#2018picoftheweek: Sunset, though strictly speaking this isn’t sunset. Technically there was still an hour to go. But the conditions were perfect.
Breydon Water is a tidal estuary that sits at the back of Great Yarmouth; the remants of the Great Estuary into which flows three main rivers of Norfolk (England). And being on my doorstep, one of my favourite haunts.