December 17th. Early. We arrive at the prom just after 07:00 am. Sunrise will be 08:00 am. At first, it looks like we won’t see much as a thick sea mist begins to rise
Britannia Pier in the early light
But we walk the surf-line… and see these scurrying sanderlings. There must be at least 50 of them spread out along the shore
08:00 am. The sun shows herself on the horizon. The mist soon clears
And fully risen, she turns all she touches to gold…
… making the stones, mostly quartz and flint, look like amber
A ship passes the wind-turbines on the horizon
A random post? No, the remains of a groyne
Caister Lifeboat Station. Funded by donations alone, not part of the national system
And then… the seal. And I’m thinking how lucky if I can get a good shot of his head…
… and I grin. But even so, I’m sure this will be all…
… twenty or so photos on… wow!
Excitement over, more groynes, this one repaired
as elsewhere along this coast, imported granite from Scandinavia forms sea-defences
with the beach becoming narrow, we head to the edge of the dunes and the older sea-defences. And a bench where we sit to drink coffee from my flask
From here the dunes will soon become cliffs
… as I was saying…
Bye-bye beach. Guess which way the wind blows at Scratby?
And as we trail past the holiday camps at Hemsby, I’m delighted to see a gull keeping a look-out
I hope you enjoyed this walk, though I doubt you’re as tired as I was. It wasn’t the distance (just under 10 miles) but beach walking pulls on the legs
These weren’t the only photos I took. I found I’d a liking for “beach photography.” I’ll show you on Tuesday.