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<\/p>Far out in the Dee estuary, where red rock rises from sand and the tides remake the edges of the Hilbre Islands twice each day, something very old occasionally opens one eye.<\/p>
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They call her Morwen.<\/p>
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It is said she is older than the oldest tide chart.<\/p>
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Nobody knows whether this is true. Morwen has never been in any hurry to correct them.<\/p>
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Her shell is broad and grey, marked with lines and patches that make it look remarkably like the rocks around her. When she rests in the shallows, gulls have landed beside her without noticing.<\/p>
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Once, according to Morwen, one landed on her.<\/p>
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She did not move.<\/p>
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Eventually it realised.<\/p>
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Morwen considered that the gull's problem.<\/p>
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The Thing on the Rock<\/strong><\/p> One morning, Morwen was resting beside Hilbre when something red came tumbling across the sand.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> It bounced once.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Twice.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Then caught between two rocks.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen opened an eye.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> A red bucket.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> She closed her eye again.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> A gust of wind rattled the handle. Morwen opened the eye.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The bucket remained.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> This was inconvenient.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Not greatly inconvenient.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> But inconvenient enough.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> A gull landed nearby. It looked at the bucket, then at Morwen.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The bucket rattled again.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The gull hopped backwards.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen watched.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Another gull arrived. Then another.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Soon three gulls were standing around the mysterious red object, each apparently waiting for one of the others to investigate it.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen sighed.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Very slowly, she stood.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen Investigates<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The gulls scattered.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen crossed the rock.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> It took some time.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The bucket waited.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> This was fortunate because Morwen did not appreciate mysteries that moved around unnecessarily.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> She reached it and stretched out her neck.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Nothing happened.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> She nudged it.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The bucket rolled over.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> All three gulls took off.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen stared at the bucket.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The bucket stared back as much as a bucket could.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Inside were a few grains of sand, a small shell and some water.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen had expected nothing in particular.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> She was pleased to have been correct.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Another gust caught the bucket and it rolled towards the edge of the rock.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen put one heavy foot against it.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The bucket stopped.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> That, she thought, was that.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Except it wasn't.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Waiting<\/strong><\/p> From across the island came voices. A family was walking back towards the shore.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> One of the children suddenly stopped.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> \u201cMy bucket!\u201d<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen looked at the red object beneath her foot.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Then towards the voices.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Then back at the bucket.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> This explained things.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The child came closer, accompanied by an adult, and stopped at a respectful distance.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> For several seconds nobody moved.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen was particularly good at this part.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Then she lifted her foot.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The bucket immediately tried to roll away again.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen put her foot back.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The child laughed.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The adult caught the bucket before the next gust could take it.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen blinked.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The family continued on their way.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The three gulls returned. They watched the red bucket disappear into the distance, then looked at Morwen.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen settled herself beside the rocks again.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The excitement, as far as she was concerned, had lasted quite long enough.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Older Than the Tide Charts<\/strong><\/p> By afternoon, water was creeping back around Hilbre. Channels filled. Sand disappeared. Waves reached the red rocks and withdrew again.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen moved into the shallows.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Nobody who saw her from a distance could have been entirely certain where turtle ended and island began.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> The story of the red bucket lasted considerably longer.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Depending on who tells it, Morwen rescued a treasured possession from the sea, defeated three enormous gulls and guarded the bucket until its owner returned.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen remembers things differently.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> There was a bucket.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> It was going to blow away.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> So she put her foot on it.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Sometimes legends are complicated.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> Morwen isn't.<\/p> \u00a0<\/p> -<\/span> <\/span>From the Chronicles of Beastly Boroughs<\/strong><\/p>","urlTitle":"morwen-the-stoneback-turtle-of-hilbre","url":"\/blog\/morwen-the-stoneback-turtle-of-hilbre\/","editListUrl":"\/my-blogs","editUrl":"\/my-blogs\/edit\/morwen-the-stoneback-turtle-of-hilbre\/","fullUrl":"https:\/\/beastlyboroughs.com\/blog\/morwen-the-stoneback-turtle-of-hilbre\/","featured":false,"published":true,"showOnSitemap":true,"hidden":false,"visibility":null,"createdAt":1764443216,"updatedAt":1788865191,"publishedAt":1788865191,"lastReadAt":null,"division":{"id":405864,"name":"Beastly Boroughs"},"tags":[{"id":4221,"code":"legendsofthe-wirral-beasts","name":"LegendsoftheWirralBeasts","url":"\/blog\/tagged\/legendsofthe-wirral-beasts\/"}],"metaImage":{"original":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/qr4msdfetbnizeqttmyaomxixmnm2qshnpcgvt5sa5varex5.jpeg","thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/qr4msdfetbnizeqttmyaomxixmnm2qshnpcgvt5sa5varex5.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/qr4msdfetbnizeqttmyaomxixmnm2qshnpcgvt5sa5varex5.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"metaTitle":"","metaDescription":"","keyPhraseCampaignId":null,"series":[],"similarReads":[{"id":51615,"title":"Branth \u2014 The Brave Badger of Bromborough","url":"\/blog\/the-unexpected-hero-the-tale-of-the-brave-badger-of-bromborough\/","urlTitle":"the-unexpected-hero-the-tale-of-the-brave-badger-of-bromborough","division":405864,"description":"Along the wooded banks and old earthworks that edge Bromborough, where roots knot beneath the soil and paths dip unexpectedly between trees, there is a story of a badger who knows the ground better than anyone.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/syj5drqspwcsrqxxqwfv08jqnnegqwzd7dzsyotmxvig3fe1.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/syj5drqspwcsrqxxqwfv08jqnnegqwzd7dzsyotmxvig3fe1.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":51617,"title":"Soralin \u2014 The Harmonious Hawk of Bebington","url":"\/blog\/the-vigilant-guardian-the-tale-of-the-harmonious-hawk-of-bebington\/","urlTitle":"the-vigilant-guardian-the-tale-of-the-harmonious-hawk-of-bebington","division":405864,"description":"Over the gentle rise of Bebington, where broad trees lean across winding lanes and rooftops gather in quiet order, there is a story of a hawk who circles higher than most notice.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/mesxq1wndxm2lpflrsyvs3t7cvrim4xn6bnolmvbhykbztle.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/mesxq1wndxm2lpflrsyvs3t7cvrim4xn6bnolmvbhykbztle.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":51619,"title":"Liora \u2014 The Bright Butterfly of Bidston","url":"\/blog\/the-bright-butterfly-of-bidston-a-tale-of-light-and-hope\/","urlTitle":"the-bright-butterfly-of-bidston-a-tale-of-light-and-hope","division":405864,"description":"On Bidston Hill, where heather shifts in wind and stone remembers older paths, there is a story of a butterfly whose colour lingers longer than expected.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/wkiakemoepniro7umbmkyxdrzep5xjwek5pjh6cnixi9hh6s.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/wkiakemoepniro7umbmkyxdrzep5xjwek5pjh6cnixi9hh6s.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0}],"labels":[]}