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First day of 2022

Happy New Year.

A wonderful start to the new year for me and Tim.

We headed out of Norfolk to Southwold in Suffolk – a journey of about an hour by car.

Once we arrive the clouds cleared and the sun shone down onto our faces at the sea side. Morning coffee, mid morning small glass of cider and picnic lunch were all enjoyed outside. It stayed unseasonably mild all day for our short walk though it was a bit breezy.

This photo was taken early as the sun was starting to break through the clouds….

Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – A New Dawn

A deer close encounter – our paths crossed

At this time of the year, to avoid slipping and squelching along muddy paths, we often head to the beach.  Luckily we can still enjoy our bracing winter walks and sea air in these lockdown days as we live only a mile away.  I haven’t actually looked it up but I’m sure it’s classed as a local walk.

Sunday 17th January 2021

There were some people way ahead of us in the distance walking along the shore and then there was this animal.  A dog maybe?  Their pet?  It wasn’t far behind them but looking out to sea.  We stopped and squinted and then, to our amazement, realised it was a small deer. 

A deer on the shore

We walked on after seeing it take a direct line to the dunes.  Then it ran back again, to the sea.  Then it returned to the dune, skipping, almost playfully. What on earth was it doing and why was it here?

At the spot where we had seen it we stopped and checked the tracks. Definitely deer.  We crossed many tracks close together.

Deer tracks

I decided to crouch down while Tim walked on and within seconds it appeared. Heading straight to me I could not believe my eyes.  It broke into a trot, ears up, looking at me as if it recognised me. My camera was ready and so was I – I took about six photos as it got closer and closer.  

A deer heading my way

When it got within 10 feet it slowed and I held my breath.  I was looking at a wild animal and I was frightened.  Hard to believe now but it was such a strange experience it unnerved me.  I gradually stood up – really slowly.  The deer stopped, turned and ran.

My last photo before I got scared and stood up

This was a fully grown (probably female Muntjac Deer.  A non native deer species about the size of a large dog.  They are slightly hunched in appearance.  Generally timid they live in shrubbery and woodlands, that sort of area – not on the beach.   I won’t forget crossing paths with that animal.

If anyone can tell me why this animal behaved in this way I would love to know.

 

Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge – Path

 

 

Sunny Suffolk – The same walk twice

Two summer days : 2020

My coffee fetching crusader.

Tim with coffees

This is an image of our masked life. Getting on with it, not moaning, being safe.

One hour earlier….

As I pushed a handful of small coins into the donation box a voice called out ‘you could build a new church for that’. I glanced round and a cheeky greyed haired couple smiled out of their car window. I said that if I stood here long enough, getting rid of our small change, it might encourage others who might otherwise have missed their chance to do the right thing. They agreed.

Here in the village of Dunwich, they have a ‘history’ with churches which isn’t a good one. Once a thriving large town, in the Middle Ages, it was reduced to almost nothing by several storms. Legend has it that church bells can still be heard ringing from the many, now submerged, churches.

I love this place and its history.

We have just recently done two (identical) walks and, as I have plenty of photos of both days, I thought I’d share them and a description. If necessary I’ll identify the photos as First Time and Second Time!

Dunwich Beach

We ambled over to the beach to take a look at the unusual sight of a cruise liner parked out at sea.  All around the coast these large liners are enjoying a summer holiday, with no where to go and no one to transport. This is the first I’ve seen on the east coast.  Apparently it’s the ‘Queen Victoria’ – a Cunard ship.

We headed off following the coast to a place where a priory once stood. Greyfriars. 

Greyfriars ruins

Theres a fair bit of history here and it’s well worth visiting.  If it all gets a bit much just lay back and take it easy – as can be seen by these people who are lying on one of the paths!  How I love taking candid photos.

People laying about in the sunshine

Into the wood we went.  These woods are fantastic in the winter with their snowdrop displays.  There’s a small bridge – no idea why it’s here but it’s fun.

Me under a little tiny bridge

The properties that are scattered between woodland in this area are often hidden, such as East Friars, with the grand gates in the photo below.  Several others have similar names that have links to the priory.

Grand gates

On warm days it’s always a pleasure to walk through sheltered woods.

Footpath through woodland

Out of the trees we were immediately onto Dunwich Heath.  This is national trust land and quite beautiful in mid/late summer with the heather.

Walking across Dunwich Heath

The building called Coastguard Cottages is on the edge of the Heath.  It has a fairly big car park, toilets and cafe.  They were busy checking cars on entry as we walked by – apparently you need to book ahead if you want to park at national trust properties. We didn’t need to worry about that, oh and could almost smell the coffee now!

We sheltered from the hot sun at a picnic bench under a pine tree, feeling like we were on a Greek island.  After enjoying our coffee we strolled slowly away across the car park then followed a sandy path down to the beach.  On both days there were small pockets of families enjoying themselves, on the beach and in the sea.  The clouds were amazing here so I took one photo looking back at the cliffs below the white building of Coastguard Cottages

Looking back at the sandy cliffs below coastguard cottages

I took another photo looking at Tim walking away – the sea on our left,  Minsmere RSPB nature reserve on our right and Sizewell Nuclear Power Station on the horizon.

Along the Suffolk coastal path

It was a long warm walk to Sizewell.  Both days had lovely breezes coming across the reserve.  

On the second trip we stopped near the beach for lunch – close to the fenced boundary of the power station.  In the only comfortable shade we could find we rested our backs up against the World War II concrete tank traps.  

Lunch stop on the second trip

I photographed our lunch spot from the dune looking towards Sizewell.  Currently two power stations exist here – Sizewell A (the ugly block) and Sizewell B (the giant golf ball).  I’ll mention expansion plans about this place later.

Tank traps and Sizewell Power Station

From here we headed inland following a sign named ‘Kenton Hills Walks’.  This path starts all lush and green like a wildlife reserve then pine trees replace smaller shrubs and it becomes more like a forest.

Walking through a green lush land

It seems that this must be snake country as we passed several mats placed on the sides of the path which I think are used to survey these reptiles.  Tim bravely looked under a few but we didn’t spot any.

Checking for snakes

Trees become bigger along the way

Pine trees tower over us

After a couple of miles we turned right out of the wood and onto an access road/track.

A mile later we were onto a minor road and every now & then cars passed forcing us to get as close as we could to the hedges.  A notice on a post along the way came to my attention.  ‘Sizewell C Not for me’.  Then further along a poster on a wooden stake with a warning about the building of another power station.

Sizewell poster

As we approached Eastbridge village we saw more posters.

Sizewell C posters

They have stark warnings.  I do hope that the surrounding areas are going to be protected some how but I have a bad feeling about that.  It’s the remote places that often bear the brunt of ‘progress’.

Eastbridge village is the gateway to RSPB Minsmere.  It’s a popular spot and on both days, as we passed the Eels Foot Inn it was busy.  It was obvious that this was where all the cars were headed to.  We would have loved a cool drink but couldn’t face the queue through the front door or to be honest the numbers of people.  It just isn’t worth the risk.

An Eastbridge cottage

A tiny road leads on towards the Minsmere.  It’s wonderfully surrounded by marsh and woods. A perfect reserve for wildlife.  We’ve visited a few time in the winter with our twitchers hats on!

A view of the marsh

The roadside verge

Into, around and out of the woods at Minsmere we followed a path back to Dunwich Heath.

Heading back to Dunwich Heath

Through another bit of woodland – we were on the home straight.

The woods between Dunwich Heath and Minsmere

Across the Heath, back past the ruins of Greyfriars Priory we made it back to the car.  Here we peeled off our boots and socks and sat enjoying the afternoon sunshine and people/car watching. 

What a great 12 mile walk – quite possibly our new favourite.  Let’s hope that next time we do it we can pop into the Eels Foot for some refreshment.

 

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.

 

 

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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

A really really lazy day at the beach

This time last week we were in the midst of a heat wave.  With temperatures set to reach 26 degrees in Norfolk we selected Walcott as our destination for the day.

Sunday 18th June 2017

It was definitely going to be a beach day. So, with Beach umbrella, chairs and picnic packed we headed for the sand and, for us, a lazy day.

Walcott, a tiny village on the Norfolk Coast, is not a snazzy seaside place, infact it’s really quiet and not at all exciting. It is, however the only village in Norfolk where the road runs right alongside the beach making it popular for motorbikers and cyclists or anyone just touring through.

It’s suffered a bit in storms. 1953, 2007 and 2013.  Infact we went to take a look at the damage in 2013 and it was incredible – large blocks of concrete moved several feet from the sea defences and homes were badly affected.

This is what the sea wall looks like at Walcott – with a concrete walkway all the way to Bacton.  The photo below was taken at high tide and only a thin strip of beach is visible – looking towards Bacton.

On the way to Walcott was passed the more popular beach destinations of Sea Palling and Happisburgh (pronounced Hazborough).  Here the good people of Norfolk were arriving in huge numbers from surrounding villages, towns and the city of Norwich.

We had chosen wisely.  Parking easily we walked a short distance and pitched our umbrella.  If you’ve never seen these they are wonderful things these – called a Sport Brella and comes in several colours.  So easy to put up and take down it takes away all the stress that you might have with other portable shelters.

There we sat….for a few hours.

A grey seal swam past as I was having a paddle. Tim took a few photos – me & seal, both checking each other out.

Then we pitched our umbrella closer to the sea for a bit more ‘air’ and sat a bit longer…it was glorious.

After a while we could take this no longer and set off for a short walk to Bacton Beach.  The tide was going out and leaving sea water stranded in long shallow pools.  I remember this happening as a child on holiday on the Dutch coast and the pools feeling like warm bath water.

You can see kids playing in the water up ahead of us on our walk in the photo below.

At Bacton we bought a couple of drinks at this tiny place ‘The Tea Shed’ and headed back.

A nice cup of tea to finish off before going home – we joined several people at the cafe/restaurant.  As I mentioned above its a popular stopping place for motorcyclists here and they arrive in big groups at the cafe.  Today it was just us and lots of large families (large in number and size!) eating fish and chips.  I did manage to capture one keen biker….

We don’t often sit about all day but today was certainly the day to do just that.  Phew what a scorcher!

Our heatwave is over now – it was fun while it lasted.

 

Goodbye little pups, Hello big seals

Half way through this walk….

It’s a ‘haul out’ and it’s another seal spectacle!  Wow, look at that.

Two minutes earlier I photographed the image you can see below, written on the chalk board :  ‘Large Adult haul outs at Viewing Platform’ and then ‘Total births to date 1423’.

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Sunday 22nd January 2017 and Sunday 29th January 2017!

Two walks – the same route – two weekends running!  Are we loosing our quest for adventure?  Never.

Here we go – this is a 7 mile route which skirts the edge of Martham Broad at the start, passes Horsey Windpump, takes on a bit of beach in the middle and ends up on quiet tracks.  Wrap up warm, take your binoculars and camera and see what happens along the way….

With sunny skies on both visits I have used a combo of photos taken on both days. They may look like they were taken on the same day but the waterways were completely frozen over on the 22nd but back to normal on the 29th.

We parked on the Horsey Road at West Somerton Staithe – there’s room for three cars on the side of the road here.

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The frozen water  at the end of the Staithe – right next to the road

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Step away from the parked car and the route is clear

More and more information boards seem to be popping up alongside nature reserves these days which is great. Good work whoever sorts that out. It also saves me drawing most of the route for this post!  We are following route 1 (orange line on map) going away from the car and then taking route 2 back (green line on map).  It doesn’t quite show how we linked them which is a little bit irritating!

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These days I’m the one taking all the photographs.  It’s a surprise when, five minutes into the walk, Tim says “I’ll just take one of you here”.  Awwh, just like the old days I turn and try to pose nicely (and not fall off the slippery wooden bridge).  Ok, moving on…..

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The path from here is grassy and broad and the sound of distant geese fills the air.  If you’re lucky you can spot something a little bit more unusual as we did on the colder of the two days.  A pair of Bearded Tit flittered alongside us in the reed.  What to do, use binoculars or try and photograph? Quite honestly the resulting photos didn’t do them justice so I’ve left them out of this post.  It was lovely to just stand and stare for a bit.

All along this section we are on a stop/start/stare slow motion – on both visits the binoculars were put to good use.  I can’t list out all the ‘spotted’ birds – when it comes to twitching we have a long way to go.

After about two miles we are back on the Horsey Road and taking on possibly the worst bit of the walk.  Why so bad you may think. Well, there is no pavement and very little verge.  So we played a game of dare (and chicken) with the passing cars.  Make it to the mill and you’ll live to see another day.

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On the road to the mill

As you can see (from the photos above and below) the National Trust are busy working on the mill at the moment.  The scaffolding has been up for a while but, from the information boards in the car park and at the tea shop, it looks like it will be back to its very old (1912) self sometime later this year.

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Ice creams, teas, coffees, gifts – not open!

Shame about the closed tea shop.  It’s a favourite stopping point when we’re out on our bikes in the spring or summer or when we’ve hired day boats with  friends and family.  We make do with a boiled sweet this time.

The car park is quite big here so might be worth starting the walk from this point if the three spaces back down the road are taken.

I should mention that the Nelson Head pub is a two minute walk from here – and there’s always the option of doing a quick down to the beach and back for a pint and/or spot of lunch.  It’s been a long time since we visited even though we pass it regularly.  I think the last time was when we got soaked having cycled through some of the deepest, widest puddles ever – we staggered in and gently steamed in front of a roaring open fire with a couple of pints.

From the mill cross the road and follow footpath signs across fields.  It can get sticky underfoot here – be warned.  Very soon you’ll be back onto a solid track.  The dunes might seem like a distant line on the horizon but keep going it should only take about 20 minutes.

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The track to the beach

Finally the dune and the beach.  Surely all those pups have fledged or whatever pups do when they are old enough!  There are no signs of any wardens and people are on the beach. The beach is ‘closed’ just here during the pupping season and The Friends of Horsey Seals do a grand job – busy from November through to…well, now I suppose.

My previous post mentions the seals :-

It’s all about the seals on the Norfolk coast

We followed the landward side track until we reached the steps to the ‘viewing  platform’ – as mentioned on the board (first photo of this post ).  Up the steps and over the dune until we were met with the unusual sight – lots of adult seals all ‘hauled up’ onto the beach in big groups just along the shoreline and just behind them masses of humans all standing around looking at them.

This is a normal situation for these seals, as I understand it they all come out to moult.   Pupping and breeding time over its a chance to lay about and chill and with all the visitors taking photos they might even feel like celebrities?!

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As close as I dare

I took the photo below to show just how many people were on the beach – with Tim posing in front.  Look behind the rocks!  The rocks are a fairly new addition to the beach and part of a sea defence project which I think, by the way they huddle around them, the seals seem to appreciate.

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Tim, rocks, seals and crowds

These were taken just a little way down where a smaller group of seals were trying to get away from the madding crowd.

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A different angle

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A sign of a healthy seal

We sat and ate our lunch a bit further down.  One thing about being up close and personal with seals is that you find out how smelly they are.  It’s a bit like going to the zoo…minus the cages/enclosures…actually it’s nothing like a zoo.

Completely on now our own now, all except for this small plane which buzzed overhead – the Red Barron I called it.  Apparently it’s a Tiger Moth and I jumped up to photograph it as it came over.  I’m quite pleased with this shot.

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The Red Baron approaches overhead!

The walk back from here now follows the green line on the map above.

It’s time to cross through the dune via one of the ‘gaps’.  We used the Bramble Hill Gap which had some boarding to scramble over but there’s another, within a stones throw, called the Winterton Ness Gap which is an easy stroll.  Either will lead to a junction of paths and here, at another information board, right next to the huge concrete world war tank traps you need to take the path heading inland.  Initially through a gateway then onto a recently resurfaced broad stoney track. It’s a wide footpath, wide enough for vehicle access.  On reaching a small animal enclosure the footpath sign points around a hedgerow then onto a concrete track.

It’s here that we’ve taken nephews and nieces to scooter as we can safely ‘let them go’ so to speak while we’ve trotted behind.  Occasionally shouting “TRACTOR” and “GET ON THE SIDE” warnings.  This is part of the Burnley Hall Estate and we are surrounded by marsh grazing land, small waterways and a bit of woodland.

Keep following footpath signs – turning right at a T-junction of paths then between houses to cross a small field to reach houses on the Horsey Road.

Before you know it, and just around the corner, there’s the Staithe and the parked car.  Oh, I did take one last photo….

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The car and Staithe at West Somerton

Blue sky days in winter can be as enjoyable as blue sky days at any other time of the year.

 

 

It’s all about the seals on the Norfolk coast

From November through to early February extraordinarily high number of visitors come to a relatively remote part of the Norfolk coast, to a place called Horsey.  The number increases year on year.  The beach is ‘closed’ and wardens position themselves in the dunes daily.  It’s an invasion, a huge gathering of people and seals – it’s incredible.

Sunday January 2017

Sat on the edge of the highest dune, we are eating our lunch.  Dunes behind us, beach and sea in front.  A couple approach from the dune side (behind us) with their dog.

Me : Excuse me, there’s a seal in the dune, just down there

Man : (dog not on lead) :  Oh, she won’t go near them

Me (thinking) oh sure (eyebrows raised)

Dog : Sniffing our sandwich boxes, flasks, bags

Woman calls dog away

Man  : Bloody seals, they’re ruining the fishing around here

Me (and Tim in unison) : oh really

Man : Yes.  You’re not into fishing then?  All along this coast, it’s dreadful.  Devastating.

Silence.

After putting the dog on the lead they made their way down to take a look at the ‘bloody seals’.  We watched them from our vantage point then carried on with our lunch.  Some people really get on my nerves.

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The seal pup in the dune

Grey Seals have been coming onto the beach at Horsey in the winter months to have their pups for years.  Their numbers have grown just recently and they have become a tourist attraction.   Horsey is ‘the place’ but they can spread themselves down as far south as Winterton and north as Sea Palling and who can blame them – the beaches are wonderful here.

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Winter walkers out on a normally empty beach

Today we were at Winterton, a small ancient fishing village 15 minute drive from home.  Many years ago Tim and I took a walk from this village – our very first walk together, just the two of us, so it has a special place in our hearts.

These days we regularly walk a 5 mile circuit from here.  Its close, convenient and at this time of the year it’s a mud free zone.  The beach here isn’t patrolled or closed here by ‘seal wardens’ so there’s every chance of getting a bit closer to them.

We set off just before lunch – an unusually late start for us.  As you can see Beach Road was looking a bit busy with parking on the verge, inside the double yellow lines, it gets really messy.  I didn’t like the way the Discovery was parked (below) but loved the old red triumph in front of it.  You can just see the tall 14th century church tower back in the village behind this scene.

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Parking on Beach Road, Winterton (1)

I turned around and took another photo.  More cars, some taking a chance and parking over the double yellows.

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Parking on Beach Road, Winterton (2)

Theres a good sized car park at the top of the road – it’s just not free (at any time of the year!).

Once on the sand we turned left and marched north towards Horsey.  The wind was off shore, the skies had a light cloud and there was  a faint smell of sea weed in the air.  A pinky red seaweed comes ashore here – looks quite pretty.  The photo below isn’t of the weed but of a small pile of bricks.  It’s a sign of how fragile this coast line is – houses simply disappear.

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Bricks on beach – heading north

This was our first pup sighting.  Almost ready to fend for itself by now – the white fur being replaced by grey.

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First pup

Tim took this one (below).  I have to let him keep his hand in every now & then. Ok, it’s a good shot, it might even be better than mine!

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Oh hello

Last but not least. This pup was just below the one in the dune. Right up against the sea wall (just below the over-the-top warning signs). It was asleep this one, dreaming  with its flippers twitching.  I imagine it was about all those fish it would be eating – the fish that it needs to stay alive.

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Do not disturb – Zzzzzzzzzzzz

We left the dunes and the seals and headed off to complete our walk, which I won’t describe as ‘it’s all about the seals’.

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Winterton – from the highest dune (our lunch stop)

Our local Little Terns

Twitching just sneaked up on us – fairly recently, perhaps over the last 5 years or so.  It’s the sort of thing that people don’t admit to or are embarrassed about but now that we are safely into middle age we just don’t care.

So, every now and again we grab our bins (binoculars) and head out in search for something to spot.  Sometimes to a wildlife reserve, other times when we are just walking in the countryside.  Not always to watch birds but other animals too and these may be totally unexpected or we go out on a mission !

Wednesday evening, out on a ‘mission’ to Winterton Beach we found our local Little Tern colony.  These tiny sea birds fly in from Africa every year and simply nest on the sand, amongst stones.  They are precious because their numbers have been declining rapidly so much so that they are often watched (day & night) by wardens in an effort to protect them while nesting.

The following photos include our approach to the beach with the information board, the fenced off nesting area.  Unfortunately no photos of the birds up close but it was a lovely evening.

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