Ecstatic Equinox

This weekend promises some of the highest tides ever recorded on the Humber. I dropped into the viewing area on my way home from the office this evening. It was spectacular.

The mighty river glowed orange and pink beneath a magnificent sunset, lapping within a few inches of where I stood. It looked so tranquil I could have stepped right in. It was still warm enough to wear nothing more than a suit jacket but the first nips of autumn were definitely in the air. Skeins of geese, wild ducks and roosting gulls flew overhead, silhouetted against the vibrant sky. A few middle-aged couples strolled along the bank, arm in arm, whilst another pair sat in their car eating fish and chips with their fingers. I was tempted to knock on their window and ask for a chip when I recognised the driver as my old Head of Upper School.

I sat for quite a long while, just watching the flow of the tide inching perceptibly higher. I was mesmerised.

As the dying embers of the day sunk beneath the skyline, I drove back up the hill to be met with a huge cream moon rushing upwards over the Wolds. If I'd driven a few miles East, I swear I could have touched it.

Excitement was mounting in me. I had lots of preparations to make.

Tomorrow is my date with my powerful and eternal lover.

Just 9 hours to go.

Tomorrow at dawn I shall be riding high. Tomorrow. Finally. I shall be meeting Comrade