For the second half of this journey, we’ll start at Gorleston and finish at Corton (last week’s Part 1 included Lowestoft to Corton)
8:00 am. Low tide.
Looks peaceful, doesn’t it? Huh.
The one-time groyne is now buried beneath the sand. I wonder what happened to the limpets I remember from 20 yrs back, encrusting the wood.
A colourful splash…
Part of the sea defences.
Just how effective are these broken boards?
The cliffs are crumbling all along this coast, taking properties, thankfully not taking lives.
We ran out of beach as we approached Hopton, so had to take to the cliff… but not before we were thoroughly drenched and battered. Then the weather turned against us.
We walked around a large cornfield, bright on the edges…
The fennel is out of place here. It’s not a usual cornfield weed
The church is in partial ruin. Yet the parishioners still resort there for their services.
Past the waves (another drenching as they crashed over the prom) and back to the beach at the top end of Lowestoft
The beach is not a barren place. Sea-kale in glorious abundance grows here. Not sure how edible. Might be a bit tough having to withstand the salt and the drownings.
And a rare treat: A look at my feet.
Those trainers were dripping water. I binned them when I got home. And no trousers cos I’d abandoned them, being heavy with water and sand. Luckily I was wearing a nearly-knee length tunicky-top. My purse was ruined, what was in it was salvageable. My phone was a total write-off. Well, I needed a new one. Why? Because we’d tried to beat the tide… and failed.
Next Sunday our walk takes us inland.