While this covid lockdown continues, I have a choice for walks: the estuary or the shore. Hope you like the sea
A walk through town to reach the beach…
The Blue Hour. Everything’s blue and, to my eyes, seem blurred
The pier’s end deck. It’s unbelievable that just 20 yrs ago the smaller ships could still moor here. Now the sea only visits briefly, and that in rough storms. This is due to shifting sands
Still waiting for the sun to rise. BTW that’s not seaweed on the wrack-line, it’s sea-mat… see this week’s Tuesday Treat
At last…
The risen sun paints the sky gold
It paints the sand and stones as well
Tide incoming…
This immature gull stands guard
While the sanderlings scuttle around in search of fresh tidbits brought by the waves
I can’t see this without seeing white horses galloping into shore
The incoming tide is forcing me back from the firmer sand of the surf-&-wrack-line. Time to retreat to the dunes instead (see last Tuesday’s Treat: Dune Community). As the dunes give way to the village of Caister-on-Sea, the ubiquitous but colourful gorse invades
Fungi, can’t go for a walk without they appear. This is a yellow brain; it has a preference for gorse
Caister Lifeboat Station… the end of the walk; time to turn around and walk back, though via the village and along the road
This is run by volunteers, funded entirely by donations
And finally… to give a little flavour of the place, a car park full of tractors and small fishing boats
Enjoy the road walk-home!












































































