Holkham

Torn from Pembrokeshire I needed some sort of water-related fix, and got in the sea near Holkham, North Norfolk, at the end of the flats and the enormous beach, where there is a dune island [Gunhill] and a narrow stretch of water that gets cut off on the seaward side when the tide drops right down. Roger Deakin wrote about Holkham in his brilliant book 'Waterlog', and mentions that some of these channels are quite treacherous; but there are also warm lagoons that are very pleasant to swim in. The vis was really good for Norfolk [and better here than futher round the coast]. The tern colony here was a nice surprise - it's fenced off (good) to protect their ground level nests, and we enjoyed watching them fish and returning to the colony with food. I also saw a big pink bird and thought it was a giant duck or a flamingo, but it actually was some lady swimming along in a hat.

There was a steady trickle of people, making their way over to the island (often trying to short cut across unknowably deep tidal water with push-chairs small children and beach paraphanalia) as well as a few small boats and canoes and things.