There’s a calm, out of season feel to the seafront at
Southend. It’s quiet, with just a few boats bobbing gently at mooring in the choppy
green water inshore of the lifeboat station. A handful of early morning locals
sip coffee and read newspapers in the sunshine on the deck of the coffee shop
by the boat slip. The September light is wonderful as I pause by the famous ‘Big
Apple’, closed now for the winter. Swallows head out over the lighthouse bound
for the coast of Devon and beyond.
At Bracelet Bay, the car park is more or less empty,
allowing gulls to sit on the tarmac undisturbed by cars. Others bathe in the
shallow pool left by overnight rain. The newly painted lighthouse looks pristine
once more, glistening in the bright, north-westerly light. More swallows arrive
from east and west, seemingly sucked towards the islands and lighthouse, before
being funnelled out to sea.
Looking west across Limeslade Bay, fast moving clouds paint
dark blue patterns on the sparkling sea. I sit on one of the many benches
mesmerised by the view. A stonechat appears on the top of a thistle, he’s
joined by another and then more. I realise there’s a family party on the slope down
towards the sea. More swallows zip overhead east towards the lighthouse, and I wonder if
the people taking photographs of the view even notice the birds, or are aware
of the miracle of migration taking place just a few feet above their heads.

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