The sea brings things: weather, tide and, of course, flotsam and jetsam (we remain undecided as to which is which). Living by the water, there is almost always something new washed up on each tide. If it is obviously litter, those who walk here regularly, ourselves included, will usually clear it away.
However, sometimes more intriguing things wash up. Sufficiently large or unusual that no one is willing to interfere with them just in case they’ve been placed there for a reason. The massive, bus-sized inflatable fender from a container ship at Thornham earlier this year (Google it!) springs to mind.
The last week or so has seen this large plastic barrel sitting, upright, as if it belongs there, right on the path. I first noticed it in the bushes by the water’s edge but it must have been dislodged by one of the big tides last week.
I’ll admit, I’m curious. Where did it come from, what’s inside, who does it belong too? Will someone claim it or will the next set of big tides wash it back out into the North Sea to continue its journey?
For now, I ponder it each time I walk past and we’ve been training the dog to leap over it and – with limited success – balance on the top.
It is something to daydream about as one watches the big boats on the horizon, following our coast, but removed from it, part of their own wider world of sea lanes and deep ports.
Blue sky over Blakeney Harbour on a late summer day
There’s a quietness now, as if the summer is mellowing after climbing towards a peak for the August bank holiday. Walking around to Cley this morning with the dog, it was the epitome of a late summer day: deep blue sky defined by just a few light wisps of cloud and butterflies floating over the last wild flowers lining the path through the marsh. With barely a breath of wind the sun felt warm and away in the fields the tractors were baling hay. We stopped at Cley for fish from the smokehouse and then along the road to Blakeney, sampling the first ripe wild plums of the season. If ever there was a day for an evening swim…
Late summer flowers going to seed on the marsh
It is my favourite time of year in Blakeney. The bunting is out on the quay, and tall spires away in breeze, lining the narrow roads and decorating the cobbled walls. That’s right, it hollyhock season. Bonzo and I took a tour this morning. Here is what we found.
Just wanted to share our favourite chip shop. Now the fish is very good but these are the best chips by the sea. (Disclaimer: I have not tried every place by the sea… Yet.)
And they always have a queue.
The colours come out to play after the sun goes down in Blakeney Harbour
You never know when you’ll be treated to one of nature’s firework displays, but last night, a calm and cool night in the harbour, we enjoyed one of the best we’ve ever seen. We took the kayak out just before high tide and paddled out down the Cut, into the main harbour. The sunset behind the hills of the sea bank was spectacular in itself, flooding the water with golden light, but the sky glow which followed was beautiful.
We sat and watched, another kayaker paddling up to join us, and took a couple of photographs. There’s no processing in the photo above, that is really how it looked, although I still find it hard to believe such colours can appear in the sky.