It’s strange how little you know of your own area sometimes, isn’t it? Countless times I’ve ridden the bus along Seal Sands Road, with my nose in a book, blotting out the ugliness. It’s a highly industrialised area and holds little appeal, apart from the seals that inhabit Greatham Creek.
I was unaware of the Brine Fields, where saturated salt was once extracted and processed by the local Cerebos company. Nowadays the resulting salt caverns are used for storage of liquid gas for the process industry. A forbidding sight, complete with warning notices.
If you look very closely you might spot a grey head bobbing along in the water. The seal is apparently oblivious to the stormy skies and forbidding landscape. For humans those skies mean it’s time to get a move on home. Always assuming they have a home to go to, of course.
Paula is asking for interpretations of Forbidding on Thursday’s Special this week. This is mine. If you come along on my walk next Monday I’ll tell you a little more about the area, and we’ll go and find those seals. Bit of a change from butterflies, isn’t it?