Continuing last week’s Sunday Picture Post. On 2nd December (which now seems an age ago) we walked from Lowestoft to Gorleston via Gunton Warren, Corton Woods, Hopton Cliffs and Gorleston Beach. We pick up that walk at Corton Woods…
…and at once we’re greeted by a pond. Lilies grow here. But for now, it’s green with pondweed
Early December the autumnal trees offer an eye-fest
But not all is bright. Dark eternal holly grows here… and white-barked birch
Alas to leave the woods. But we hear the call of the sea.
Corton Cliffs. No beach-walking now until Gorleston seen here in the misty distance. And yes, that is the wreck I used for CCC109
I used to be scared of heights; I could not have stood here and taken this photo. But I wanted to show you have vulnerable this cliff edge. This isn’t rock, this is compacted sand, (not sandstone)
Looking down, looking back, a beach inaccessible by foot…
… and looking ahead, we see the old sea defences. We used to walk atop that when we walked from Gorleston to Lowestoft. Ha, no doing that now!
Hopton Cliffs looking back. I don’t know how far that walkway goes, and I don’t know if there’s a way back up at the end. But it looks mighty wet, most off-putting. BTW this is close to low tide
Hopton Beach. Imported granite blocks now provide protection and divide the sandy beach into bays. The sun continues to peep out from the clouds in a creamy-white light
Hopton Cliffs looking toward Gorleston. This is where we’d usually regain the beach (and clamber over those rocks). But today there’s so much spray in the air, good sense said to stay up top. But the path takes us away from the sea. Don’t fret, we’ll soon be back, and it’ll be like we’ve entered another world…
Gorleston Beach and a pool left by the tide. Great for kids to paddle in but today only the gulls care to brave the misty weather. And that red-topped post? That’s all that remains of one of the many groynes that used troop up this beach… swallowed one and all by the sand.
If you see the movie Yesterday, you’ll see people crowded along here. No, didn’t happen, that’s movie magic. Signage in big white letters (not really visible here) warns of Danger Keep Off. Want to know why? Look behind it…
Low tide. Sea not at turbulent.
And finally a close-up of a turnstone!
The Highland Knight, a regular visitor here, is now leaving port. We wait and watch it pass
as does this young Herring Gull
So sad, our walk is done. I hope you enjoyed the sights, and understand better how our coasts are ever-changing
Next week’s walk… let me take you northward from Great Yarmouth. And we’ll start an hour before sunrise
There’s a seal colony further up the coast from me. Sometimes we see their dark heads bobbing in Breydon Water, or at the harbour’s mouth. But it’s unusual to get a good view. Yet this little fella wanted to play with me, inviting me to join him in the sea. I took loads of photos. Very difficult to decide which to use. So… I’m giving you two
Fun and Games, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
Me: So, what d’you think?
Ruddy:
Me: It’s a selfie
Ruddy:
Me: My profile photo
Ruddy:
Me: For the dating app
Ruddy:
Me: You know, the one Santa’s set up
Ruddy: [Dating app! Those elves… Wouldn’t catch us reindeer being so vain. Now, where’d I put that nose-polish?]
Welcome to my weekly challenge—open to all—just for FUN, FUN, FUN
Here’s how it works:
Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one above.)
You respond with something CREATIVE
Here are some suggestions:
You have plenty of scope and only two criteria:
If you post a link in the comments section of this post I’ll be able to find it
If you include Crimson’s Creative Challenge as a heading, WP Search will find it (theory)
by ‘Searching’ in the WP Reader (fingers crossed)
Here’s wishing you inspirational explosions. And FUN
December 2nd, we walked from Lowestoft via Gunton Warren, Corton Woods, and Hopton Cliffs to Gorleston (where we watched a ship leave port). Here are some of the flowers and foliage. Variety diminishes as the year slides into winter. But there are yet some surprises.
The stunning foliage of Rosa rugosa that colonises the dunes
Gorse, up close and personal. Okay for you, you’re not getting prickled!
Even before winter’s here, new buds appear
Giving us hope of Life renewed
You expect a Tuesday Treat without fungi? It’s the yellow version of the Turkeytail (apt at this season)
Not a wild plant and neither native. But I couldn’t resist taking the photo
And roses in a garden in December, not sheltered but by the sea. That surprised me
And to acknowledge the season… folks around here have excellent humour. Study it closely; it’s cleverly done.
Looked out the window
Pink streak in the sky, sun not yet risen
Best get the shoes on, but to bridge or to beach?
I’ve time enough, I’ll go down to the sea
Great photos I took of the sky turning from grey
To amethyst, ruby and sapphire
Of the sea lapping a golden beach
But something niggled
Oh yes, I’d forgotten
Today I am editing
66 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Niggle
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
How many miles to Babylon?
Three score miles and ten
Can I get there by candlelight?
Yes, you can get there by candlelight
You can get there and back again
[Old English Nursery Rhyme]
By Candle Light, another title achieved in Maria’s Antonia’s #2020picoftheweek
“Hey, Dad, take a look here,” Young Dicken said, standing dangerously close to the edge of the cliff.
“You get back from there,” his father said. “We’re here on holiday, I don’t want you dead.”
“But, Dad…”
His father edged closer, peered over. “Crikey. That’s got to be worth a shot.”
“Better than all those photos of birds,” Dickens said.
His father zoomed in with his camera… and drew back. He blinked and leaned over the cliff edge again… and took special care to focus. Then he phoned his office.
“Yea, it’s me, Detective Inspector Ridgens. Yes, I know I’m on holiday but… you know that jewel heist a few years back, getaway car never discovered? I think I’ve just found it. Am I sure? Oh yes.”
There was no mistaking the glint of gold in that sand.