At low water the marsh shows its work. The channels cut silver through the russet grass, and the pools hold the sky so still that the gulls seem to be standing in it. Nothing hurries out here; even the tide leaves slowly, as if it does not want to be seen going.
We walk the boardwalk to the end and back, and by the time we turn, the water has already started its quiet return. Marren House keeps a pair of boots by the door for this walk, and a note in the book for the next time the marsh is at its lowest, when Calder’s Hook is at its widest and the light is at its best.
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