A lane with a funny name

‘Ok, hang on, I’ll need to step back into the road to get your feet in’.

Now that he had the camera in his hands Tim was risking life and limb to take this photo.  And it was such a brave thing to do with the tears of laughter in his eyes blurring his vision.  He could hardly keep the camera steady with his giggling.

Sometimes I could kick myself.  I’d been the one that had spotted this unusual street road sign and laughed saying ‘oh look isn’t that a strange name, ha, ha’.

Oh well.  Just give it your best old smile I thought.

We were on a long walk in North Norfolk on a boiling hot day.  Starting at Blakeney we walked the coast path to Cley then inland to Glandford over Wiveton Down and back to Blakeney.

Cley next the sea

Here are just a few photos of Cley – a village that used to have a thriving harbour but is now surrounded by marshland on its northern edge.  So it isn’t actually next to the sea anymore but occasionally gets threatened by it!

The sea has been replaced by marsh at Cley.

The main road (coast road) that runs through Cley – in the summer months it’s a bottleneck for traffic passing through.

An old trade still continues.

The Picnic Fayre Deli. Well worth a visit.

One of the lanes running up from the Main Street.

Cley Church dating back to 1320-1340

As you can see flint (cobbles or knapped) are used widely with brick in the buildings and walls throughout the village.

Finally here is a photo of what I always imagine when I think of a lane.  A small walkway between buildings.  I don’t know it’s name but there are a few of them in Cley and I love them.  More than the one I mentioned at the start of this post!

One of the lanes running up from the Main Street.


Word/Photo Challenge ‘The Street’


Signs of life under a white cloudy sky : 2020

‘Look at all that.   Looks like someone has dumped a load of rubbish next to the footpath?  That’s terrible’  I said.

Approaching the rubbish just off the path in Winterton Dunes

We got closer and then a small group of people appeared, all lounging on the ground amongst the heather below a few small trees.  They were drinking tea from flasks and dressed in scruffy clothes.  Scattered about them were colourful crates and sacks and heavy duty garden tools.

‘Hello, we thought we’d seen a whole pile of rubbish but now we can see you are actually people!’ Tim said.  Thankfully they seemed to find that amusing.

‘Have you seen any Rhodededrums?’ someone asked.  ‘Er, no I don’t think we have’, I said, looking back and hoping that was the right answer.  ‘That’s good – that’s what we are clearing….’ came a reply.

After a short (now we understand) pause we smiled, it seemed like we could all be friends!  Then, because we couldn’t think of anything else to say, we gave them a cheery goodbye and we carried on walking.

‘Didnt know Rhodededrums were a problem’ Tim said.  Neither did I.

You learn something every day.

Sunday 5th January 2020

Walking is how Tim and I got together.  Loving the outdoors, wherever we are, on foot.  It’s true that connecting with nature helps when other things in life are tough.

A walk we do often is a short drive from home and is the first walk we ever did together.  It’s about 5 miles long and can be enjoyed year round.  For blowing the Christmas and New Year cobwebs away this is perfect.  It’s a circular which usually starts at the small coastal village of Winterton.  Winterton is popular at weekends, especially with dog owners, so be warned….the parking can be tricky to say the least.

We parked outside of the village and walked a track through the Burnley Hall estate.  It’s easy, dry underfoot and very very quiet.  Eventually the concrete runs out and small footpaths are followed to the beach.  I noticed catkins appearing in the hedgerows. In mid winter, with some berries still in the shrubs, this might sound a bit crazy but I feel like this is the first sign of Spring.

There’s a small enclosure with two small lean two barns at either end protecting the animals from the weather where cattle are kept during the winter months.  These are beautiful beasts with short legs and brown or black coats – I have no idea what breed they are.  They were busy feeding but didn’t mind having their photo taken.  They are, as all cattle seem to be, very nosy.

Cattle eating

Cattle being nosy

On we went to the dunes and sea.

Track to the dunes

We stopped to have a bite to eat and drink and watched the seals on the beach.  Seal pup births have again been very high this year.  There were fewer today than a few weeks before Christmas.  Looking up the beach however we could see a huge mass of people on the beach at Winterton.  Out for a quiet stroll?

View along the coast to Winterton. Church just visible.

We took one of the many dune paths to the village and this is where we found our ‘rubbish’ people.  I have since found out that this group were volunteers working for the Norfolk Conservation Corps.  Doing some good work each weekend in some really special places in the Norfolk countryside.

Further along I photographed the path – here you can see small oaks and birch trees that skirt the dunes.

Through the village we passed through the church ground, past the allotments and onto a very muddy ‘low road’.

Winterton Church

Through the church yard

Allotments vegetables

Muddy path!

Though the village was busy we didnt see anyone along this bit!

Nearly back at the car the owners of these converted barns are in a wonderful spot with views out onto open countryside and a ten minute walk from the beach.  Not a bad spot.

Happy New Year.  Hoping for good walks, good health and good times.



Word/Photo Challenge White

Things we’ve seen along the SWCP

Sometimes we do see some strange things when we are out and about.  It stops us in our tracks.   Here’s just a handful of unusual things spotted and photographed when walking along the South West Coast Path.

This is the first one taken in Dorset.  We kept our eyes peeled for those fast horses but didn’t spot any which was a shame in a way!

About a mile away from the hustle and bustle of Plymouth we spotted this very curious message. ‘Please wipe your feet’ .  What, why and how we asked ourselves.

This looked like it must have been a figurehead on an ancient sailing boat.  A wonderful wooden carving just off the footpath facing out to sea.  Symbolic maybe and I kept wondering how old it was and how it came to being where it was….fairly close to Brixham from memory.

This one just made me smile.  On the Isle of Portland where there is plenty of rock to play with.  It also made me think of Greek ruins….

Finally this sweet little house squeezed between two others.  Taken as we walked into Appledore, North Devon.


Photo Challenge Not the Norm!


Treasures and treasured memories

As a child I remember lovely summer holidays with my Dutch family who lived on the coast. All our days seemed to be spent on the beach, the sun shone warmly and we loved it.  The North Sea never seemed quite as cold as it does now!

Occasionally me and my brother and sister and cousins would go walking along the shore with my aunty and she would be on the look out for glass. Often she would pick up handfuls of freshly smashed pieces and dispose of them – saving our feet, and other beach goers, from very nasty injuries.

This was back in the 1970s and times have changed. Plastic has replaced glass in our lives – that’s another story and is now perhaps a much nastier issue.  When Tim and I walk the coastline I can’t help but pick up plastic or my particular pet hate – balloons, some with their colourful ties still attached. So many end up in the sea.

Shiny jagged glass these days is a much rarer sight.  What we usually find are small pieces that have been tumbled for a few years so that they are like smooth pebbles.  Jewels Infact.

We find so many that we fill old coffee jars and have ornaments that remind us of sand and sea and journeys.   Clear (white) and green are most common as can be seen in the jar below.

Blue glass is quite a rare find and we get quite excited when we find some.  They have pride of place in the lid of the jar.  The red one was such an amazing find. I think we found that one quite a long way from our local Norfolk beaches – it was on a small beach near Lyme Regis when we were searching for fossils.

I often wonder about the age of some of these and what bottle they came from.  Something that will always be a mystery.

Thanks to my Tante (aunty) I never walk along a beach without scanning the sand and thinking of her.  I am so pleased that I remember this time with her.



Weekly Prompts : Bottles

Oystercatchers – big and small

The Oystercatcher.

A distinctive black and white wading bird with a red bill and red ring around its eyes.  I took this photo quickly having heard its shrill ‘kleep’, ‘kleep’, call.

We were walking along Southwold Harbour and it had been wading around in the low tide mud – as waders like to do.  It flew to stand up on the wooden structures and took a good look at us. It’s a shame it was such a dull morning the photo looks a bit fuzzy.

Looking back down to the gloomy mud we spotted another adult bird and then, to our great surprise, two youngsters.  Our morning just got a whole lot lighter!

These stocky birds feed on creatures they find in or near the water digging in with their powerful beaks and breed near the coast all over the UK.

It was a pleasure to see them so close and with their youngsters.  We’ve only ever seen them through binoculars before.

Photo Challenge BIG and SMALL



Tea and cake and darkening skies

We sat in the cafe and watched the grains of sand falling through the egg timer.  Never before have I waited for my tea to brew in this way. Tea time ticking slowly past.  Perhaps all tea making should be like this?  As long as it includes a large slice of lemon drizzle cake I don’t see why not!

Just up the coast from us in the village of Winterton a couple have set up a cafe joined to a post office.  It’s a revamped post office but a new cafe – both within the same building.  They have made a super job of this and I can highly recommend a visit.

The link below gives much more detail and photos of the inside.

About Poppy’s Cafe

As usual I couldn’t resist taking a few photos myself.  I had minutes to spare and just for once wasn’t running to catch up with Tim which is what usually happens when I stop to take photos.

Table decoration – crocheted flowers were a lovely touch.

The prices seem very reasonable too which is always a bonus.   The comfy chairs by the fireplace will be lovely and cosy in the winter.

Here’s how it looks from the outside.  For local readers and possible visitors who are wondering where it is.. The cobble and brick front is the cafe, the whitewash brick is the post office.  It’s just along from the fish & chip shop which is also a favourite of ours.

Unfortunately I left the camera on macro mode so it’s slightly blurry.

Turning around – this is the view of The Loke.  Nice soft focus with the macro still left on!

So, I mentioned dark clouds in the title of this post.  Once out of the cafe we headed for the beach.  It’s a two minute walk from here.

The Dune Cafe with car park and old Fishermans huts are all threatened by stormy seas as is most of our sandy coastline.  Fairly recently large rectangular blocks have been placed at the foot of the dune just below the cafe.  I’m not sure whether this will help.  Let’s hope so.

The photo below shows one of the Fishermans huts oh so close to the cliff edge.  The car park is just in front of it.

Five minutes later we looked back.  We were stood in sunshine but it looked a bit stormy south of Winterton – towards Scraty and Caister and Great Yarmouth.

By the way, you can just see some people stood at the edge of the sea in the photo below.  They had been flying a drone and it crashed into the sea.  Bye bye drone…..


We did this walk last weekend.  We had two heavy showers.  Today it hasn’t stopped raining and flooding has happened across the county….not so lovely out.