The photo for this week’s prompt was taken at Grange-over-Sands a couple of years ago when I joined my son for a couple of days touring the Lake District. The winter days were short, but the air and the light were incredible, making for some of the most beautiful pictures we had ever been able to take. It was a first solo voyage for my son… I merely joined him for a day or two. My final morning saw the sea at low ebb, turned to liquid gold by the dawn, symbolic of my son’s own journey to recovering his independence in many ways, though he had not simply waited for the tide of life to turn…he had made it happen.
More wonderful entries this week. Thank you to everyone who took part. Please click on the links below to visit all the posts and leave a comment for the author! A new prompt will be published later today and I will reblog as many as I can as the entries come in… but given the volume of entries we are getting now, that may not be all of them. All contributions will be featured in the round-up on Thursday
The vagaries of WordPress mean that occasionally a pingback won’t get through. If you have written a piece for this week’s challenge and it does not appear below, please leave a link in the comments and I will add it to the list.
Come and join in!
Ebbtide
The waters of life
Distant at their lowest ebb
Unattainable
Unstoppable flow
Running through fingers that grasp
Illusive stasis
Pools of liquid gold
Revealed by receding tides
Reflecting heaven
Possibilities
Laid bare on the shifting sands
Invite attention
Hitherto unseen
Opportunities offered
Revealed by absence
Tides stand never still
A moment lost forever
Irretrievable
Inexorable
The rhythm of the waters
Complete the cycle
Many thanks to this weeks contributors:
Hugh Roberts from Hugh’s Views and News
Ritu Bhathal at But I Smile Anyway
Prajakta at An Armchair Perfectionist
Lorraine at My Frilly Freudian Slip
Elizabeth Mclaughlin at Lemon Chronicle
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
Reblogged this on ladyleemanila and commented:
low tide tales 🙂
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🙂
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Sue please how does this photo prompt work? Can I still write on it and post after the day for the prompt?
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The prompt is posted every Thursday at 12 noon GMT and you have six days, until the following Wednesday, 12 noon, GMT, to post your contribution. if you post after that, I can still add your entry to the round up if you leave a link for me, but I won’t be able to reblog it.
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Hi. Sorry my post is late this week, but I started a full time job yesterday and I’ve been super busy.
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I’ll add it to the round-up, Hayley…and congrats on the new job 🙂
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Thanks. 🙂 Getting the job was totally unexpected to be honest!
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The best jobs often come that way 🙂
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It would seem so!
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🙂
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More great entries!!!!
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Better all the time 🙂
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I know!
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I love you poem. Your photo must have been at the back of my mind this week, because the possibilities revealed by a receding tide came up in my attempt to rewrite a poem from a few years back.
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Thank you Ken…on more than one count. Have you published the poem?
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You’re welcome.
No. It’s part of a collection from five years back that I’ve re-visited, edited and pared extensively in the past month, hoping to publish at some point.
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You should… and I’ll look forward to that coming out, Ken.
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Awesome poem, Sue loved it.👍👍👍👍👍
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Thank you, Kamal 🙂
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Welcome Sue.
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A brilliant poem, Sue.
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Thank you, Robbie.
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Grange over sands! I used to go on holiday there with my parents, loved it! I have many fond memories of that place 🙂
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I have one or two myself after the time I spent thre with Nick 🙂
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I think we stayed at Kents Bank – just up the road, as you might very likely know of. I remember buying Fred Bassett (Basset hound from the cartoon strip in the “Daily Mail” newspaper) books from the railway station at Grange, especially if it was a rainy day!
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We stayed at one of the big old hotels opposite the station, looking over the bay… it as December, but we were lucky with the weather )
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Oooh! You’re bringing ba
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Seems like my memories are a little keen to meet with you! My comment had a mind of its own lol I remember those hotels though we only had one December visit as I recall, for Christmas. It was freezing cold and the hot water bottles were big stone cylinder things put in the beds to warm them!
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I haven’t seen one of those since my great-grgranny;s h…they were wonderful tthings, but not the sort of bottltle eyou cod keep warm with 🙂
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That was my first encounter. .. Not very cuddly and snuggly were they?! lol 😉
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No, not really. Efficient though 🙂
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They were weren’t they! Snuggled down on the first night at our hotel in a strange bed it was amazingly warm despite the temperature outside of the bed covers (no duvets) Not so much so in the morning when it was sub zero outside the bed covers! Up bright and early to run down the little shops and see what the holiday money could be spent on 😉
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Ah… the un=centrally-heated north! I grew up in houses where the frost formed onthe inside of the bedroom windows 🙂 These days, I like warmth 🙂
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Opportunities offered/Revealed by absence…that is just right. (K)
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Thanks, Kerfe 🙂
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Reblogged this on Stuart France.
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
Sue Vincent has a legendary #photo prompt challenge and she shares the responses to this week’s Grange Over Sands image.
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I agree, It is a beautiful part of the country and not far from us. Not too busy considering its proximity to the Lakes,
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I was as to take my son through the lakes for a couple of days…He said he knows now what heaven looks like.
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Good description. 😊
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🙂
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