One high-pressure system after another has been rotating over our part of the world for such a long time now that the sea level is very low.
There is a clear line the water has left on the reeds and the solid rock. It almost feels as if we had an extended low tide although I don’t know how a tide would feel. We don’t have the tides here and neither do they have them in the Mediterranean where we generally travel to.
Not that long ago, practically no sand and stones were visible on the cottage beach. Now we can easily check who’s been visiting the waterfront while we’ve been away. This time probably a fox. A couple of weeks ago we noticed the tracks of a roe deer on the sand. Or more likely those of two as we’ve spotted a couple a few times crossing the road very close by.
In August, we were unlucky to collide with a deer on our way to the cottage. He jumped out of the blue over a ditch dense in cattails and landed on our front bumper, poor thing. Seeing him lying at the bottom of the ditch as if sleeping but lifeless was a most saddening sight, a bit like low sea but much, much more so. For once, I am looking forward to low pressure.