Sometimes place names really are descriptive!

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The beach at Shellness on the Isle of Sheppey really is made up almost entirely of shells - unimaginable numbers of shells from a bewildering variety of sea creatures. It's good when places live up to their billing!

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Islands...

Islands are funny places. Somehow the fact of separation - even the narrowest of ditches - creates a difference. Some sort of bloody-mindedness takes over - them folk from the mainland with their fancy, funny ways are despised, rejected as not appreciating the specialness of the island.

I'm not talking about islands so big someone can spend their whole life on them without appreciating the separation. These are small islands - places where you can walk to the edge, look out over the water and see the divide, the water that makes you particular.

The character of the island seeps into the spirit of those living there - always an aloofness, an isolation. But otherwise the island's nature sets the tone. Folk are argumentative, muddy-booted and contrary - ready to defend another islander (albeit a mortal enemy) from mainlander barbs. Some are rugged, windswept and self-reliant while another set seem welcoming but in a way that gives nothing to the visitor beyond bodily needs plus maybe a smile.

Whether it is Sheppey, Wight, the Scillys, Ynys Mon or some rainspattered Hebridean place, the island character will out - that sense of being apart, of being other than grand folk in cities on the mainland. Isolated, cut off, independent.

I like that.

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Off to the marshes.....

Returning back to my roots for a day or two so you'll have to get by without me. I'm sure you'll cope!