Tag Archives: North Norfolk
The beach at Brancaster has many ‘moods’. At low tide all appears calm and peaceful but the speed with which the rising tide approaches can be extremely dangerous, leaving happy paddlers cut off from safety. In stormy weather the boisterous and sometimes violent North Sea attacks the vulnerable stretches of the coast and there is a constant battle between land v sea.
Beach in October
Where land and level acres of sea merge
seamlessly, waves hypnotically lapping,
endlessly oozing over ridged flats
scattered with brittle quills,bleached shard,
skeleton shells, oceanic detritus.
Drifting awareness of keening gulls,salt on the tongue.
As life blurs into the vast movement
of an ever widening scene, this brief,
vital moment in time imprints
deeply into the palimpsest of the mind.
Once an active small harbour, Thornham Harbour, North Norfolk, has become a mooring at the end of a muddy creek. From the harbour to the sea is a 20 minute walk across salt marshes at low tide, although with spring tides, there is extensive flooding. In addition to its legitimate trading purposes, in the eighteenth century the harbour became notorious for its smuggling activities – wool, tea, tobacco, alcohol etc.
When I view this picture of beach huts – standing shoulder to shoulder like books on a bookshelf – they seem to symbolize the determination of the owners to enjoy themselves. The colours are almost aggressively cheerful and the huts maxinise the opportunity for pleasure and fun, regardless of the vagaries of the English weather! Then, too, there is the camaraderie ……. !