It's Grim Up North

By lynnfot

Towards Whitbarrow

I'd like you to live this moment in time with me.
A misty morning, looking across the estuary where the rivers Kent and Bela run into Morecambe bay. Sea birds fluttering about on the sands. Behind me the sound of pheasants being shot in the woods and arriving from the right, the smell of Milnthorpe's sewage works.

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