Wrap up warm, we’re heading down the coast to Lowestoft and Gunton Warren.
But first I need to join my daughter, which means crossing the bridge. The sun is no place near to rising yet.
Lowestoft, England’s most easterly point. A good place to see the sunrise. But it’s hidden behind a bank of cloud
The tide is high. But then the tide is always high here. Sometime during the past 20 years, the beach disappeared.
That was worth glancing back for: The sun bursts through the cloud
Waves break… like Mannanon MacLyr’s white horses racing along the crests
Stunning. You have to stop and watch
With the tide ebbing the birds flock in. Turnstones. Alas, at the furthest reach of my zoom. I took 20 photos, this was the best.
And now to the bracken-covered cliff…
And the little copses, mostly holm oak
Looking over the sun-gilded dunes
Looking down… which makes a change from looking up
Imagine you didn’t know the scale of this. What would come to mind? With me, it’s the palaeolithic dwellings in cliff overhangs (I took the photo from a path I was climbing up)
Sometimes we need no reason for the photo but the beauty of lines
One final look down
I wanted to include the entire walk in this one post. But so many photos, so varied terrain. And with weather unsettled, I can’t be certain of another long walk any time soon. So I’m saving the photos from the rest of this walk till next week. We’ll start at Corton Woods with all the autumnal colour that implies.
Hope you enjoyed it. See Tuesday Treat for flowers and foliage