October 22nd: The bus delivered me to the Ravine at Lowestoft just in time for me to hasten down to the prom… for this
I thought it a clear sky, apart from that cloud on the horizon. Until I turned to walk on. The wind was blowing the clouds from inland
The sun was painting everything red, and in a clear sky, I couldn’t look her way
Red bracken? Red? Hmmm.
She added gold to the shining leaves…
And like Lot’s wife, I dared to look back…
… before making my way through the holm oaks to the cliff top
A few of the fungi I met on the way. They didn’t give me their names, and I didn’t ask…
From Gunton Warren, I crossed into Corton Woods…
For those who inevitably ask, that green on the water is pondweed. And a seat is offered, but I walked on…
It’s never easy to photograph woodland trees, but here’s one…
And a few of the woodland fungi…
This intriguing fungi-sculpture looks like it should be in a Japanese garden
And just as I was leaving the woodland to return to the cliffs, a stinkhorn
Corton beach is a casualty of storms this past decade. This particular stretch has no public access. And the weather is changing: rain brought in on those clouds
Atop the cliff, the wind is strong (30mph), but I wanted a photo of this foliage…
Look! The North Sea is blue. But… but… but… yes, it is so. Or it was this day.
Looking northward to Great Yarmouth. I’m almost home. But first I must negotiate Hopton, another beach that’s gone missing except at low tide.
I made it to the bus before the clouds emptied upon the land. A good morning’s walk (8-10 miles). Hope you enjoyed the sights
























































