Today’s walk, from the most easterly point in England, Lowestoft, to my home town of Great Yarmouth turned up some unexpected plant life.
The beach is shingle with stretches of sand. The eroding cliffs are forming sand-dunes that coastal flora are colonising. I just loved the way the light caught the glaucous leaves.
Confession, I hopped on a bus at nearby Gorleston cos I’m not a saint or a saviour to walk upon water and there’s a navigable river barring the way.