Shades of Walney

It seems I have paddled at Walney rather more frequently than is normal recently. Tim had never paddled at Walney; an excuse then, if one were needed, was given.
With a reasonable tide, the plan was to catch the first couple of hours of the ebb around Haws Point, surfing the wave that forms here before paddling on, up the coast. In the event, despite a good flow, with no swell to push against the tide, there was precious little surfing to be had. As ever, the charismatic nature of these waters proved sufficient for a memorable paddle.
Roa Island lifeboat station towers over our launch...
...before we head out into the channel past Piel Island. 
Playing in the tide, flowing at approximately 3knots..., despite the lack of surfable waves. The seals thought so too it seemed.
As the water level dropped, we moved on, heading north, then landing at the limit of South Walney nature reserve.
Of course the tide was still ebbing, dropping rapidly back down the beach but a quick carry saw us back on the water and paddling south...
...the curious grey seals still following...
...curiousity eventually getting the better of caution.
Landing for a second time, this time on Piel Island, a carpet of shells crunched underfoot as we walked to the castle.
One of the arches of the C14th castle's inner bailey, the original weathered sandstone contrasting sharply with the precise angles of more recently placed stones...
...and a little more information for those who care sufficiently to read it; I doubt those who left the apparently obligatory disposal bbq nearby, bothered to note the significance of the place they littered.
Sunset beyond the channel...
...before landing once more beneath the life boat station.
At the road head above, is a stone that bears an inscription, relating the gifting of Piel Island to the people of Barrow. As the sun set, the curlew's call and sounds of distant gulls carried on the breeze; it seemed a fitting place, a fitting tribute, a place of peace amidst great change.