Ower Quay

Like so much of the land I walk, there's a sense of desertion. Like times changed and moved on, leaving what was to fall into disrepair and decay.  Ower Quay has a grand name, a name it may or may not have deserved in the past, although now there is little too see.  A house, too low set and too close to the water for my liking; especially with climate change and rising sea levels.  Some stonework, which may be of some antiquity, and decaying wooden posts extending into muddy flats the rusting remains of barbed wire twisted about them; nothing to do with any quay I'm sure, more to do with wandering cattle no doubt. Though the current appearance my be a deception, as it's said that during the medieval period Ower was indeed the site of an important quay used in the Purbeck stone industry. Recent archaeological research suggests there may be some truth to this. There's an air of isolation around Ower, even on a lovely day like today. I'd imagine it's desolate in bad weather. There's an air of isolation about all the land on this side of the harbour. It may only be a stones throw away from the major Bournemouth/Poole conurbation, though you'd be forgiven for thinking it's more than just distance that separates it, it's time too.