East Head

looking towards Scolt Head in the distance

Back Blip
It was a two walk day. I rolled out of bed to look at the tide first thing again and it was so dramatic seeing such a vast inland sea I just kept going until I was almost at Overy Mill, putting off the prospect of the return journey into the teeth of that wind again. I was ready for my freshly made marmalade and toast when I got back.

Fortified, I walked from Overy Staithe down to the beach for another sandblasting. I’m well primed now for a fresh coat. Unsurprisingly I had the many miles between there and Holkham all to myself except an oyster catcher nearby (extra). I sat and huddled down like a Bedouin for ages and watched this fella, head into the wind, seemingly unaware of the consuming sandstorm all around him as he probed the sand. When I got up I’d built up a fully fledged barchan around me.
I battled my way back and caught up with the neighbours and we rustled up supper.