Poppies

A red kite glided overhead as I ate breakfast.
Overnight we have fast-forwarded into June and I have slipped into the rhythm of the tides. I did a bit more work in the morning and then got my bike in shape and cycled down to Brancaster beach for the midday high tide. Psychologically I was finding it hard to adjust from wearing a woolly hat yesterday to contemplating jumping in the sea today but I told myself I was in a freezing lake only last week.
It was lovely once in and with lots of wave action.
Afterwards I sat, perfectly warm in the dunes, with my coffee and biscuit before picking up my bike and having a chat as usual with the beach hut cafe lady.

Back again, I did I tiny bit more work related stuff (it’s like pulling teeth) and, at last, picked up my book again. Hallelujah! I am STILL reading ‘Ghostwritten’ (started on 11 Sept last year!).

It was too lovely so I headed out on the bike again, this time over the Common, in search of elderflower. I passed this gorgeous field on the way but the elderflowers were putting up a fight in amongst gorse, nettles and brambles, and I wondered about adders ... not only had I dispensed with the woolly hat but I’d put on shorts and sandals. I headed back, successful in the end, and full of hay-fever.

After supper I wandered down to see the sunset, hopeful that I might spot a barn owl. No sign of any birdlife but the fiery sun eventually slipped below the horizon and, as if on cue, a silent white phantom shot out of the dark tunnel of the lane by the church and swooped along the dyke and out across the marsh.