20th December: it took us 2 buses to reach Kessingland beach where the dunes stretch into the distance in mimic of the Gobi desert. Here the marram, so green in the summer, had bleached almost to white. The challenge was to find colour.
Even the few berries that remained on the sea buckthorn had faded. Made no difference to this blackbird. He still munched on them
I’m not used to seeing reeds on the beach… but this is a different dune system to the one I’m familiar with at Great Yarmouth
Here there is water. These quite extensive pools are called slacks
Patterns left behind by the tide…
And that sea was a little bit choppy
Before we leave the dunes and the beach, a look landward at the ever eroding cliffs
Habitation! And beach huts where traditionally bathers would change in privacy. These days they’re more likely used to shelter from our wonderful English winds!
We continued our walk along the prom into Lowestoft. But I’m saving those photos for another day. Hope you enjoyed. And Happy Christmas!