Hi. Time to don your shades, cos today’s little trip will burn your eyes. I’m taking you to the north side of Breydon Water (Great Yarmouth) to witness the slow descent of the sun.
15:10 pm, we arrive at the confluence of the Bure and Yare beyond which the mudflats of Breydon Water await the incoming tide
I did warn you to shield your eyes
With time to spare, we wander around an arc of wasteland; here, roses and brambles and sea buckthorn grow
Looking back towards the town and Breydon Bridge, you get an idea of the mudflats and the surrounding saltmarsh
And could we go anywhere without the odd fungus finding us?
Not sure that’s the true colour, but it’s the colour my camera recorded
The sound of a train reminds us how close to the track we are
Turning back, we see the beauty of this Water with its creeks that fill and overspill
Walking westwards… how far shall we go? Still waiting upon the sun.
Ah! Caught as again we turn. Blinding in an all-but cloudless sky
Walking back towards town (don’t want to be too far away when the light goes down)
And here is a beauty that can’t be denied
The sun disappears behind that band of cloud on the horizon. Waiting, waiting…
She is gone. Time to get back to town.