As anyone who read my earlier post will know, today is my birthday. It has been a long-standing tradition for me to enjoy a trip to a beach on this day. When I lived in London, this involved a long drive to the south coast, usually somewhere like Bexhill, Worthing, or Brighton. Fortunately, Beetley is close to Norfolk’s desirable north coast, so today was much easier all round. I took the camera along, and as usual, all these are large files, clickable for detail. I apologise in advance for any issues regarding my eyesight problems that may have affected focus and composition.
A thirty minute drive in bright sunshine (but cold temperatures) took us to the small village of Brancaster. This has a famous beach, popular with windsurfers and kite-fliers. It is accessed from the handy car park, and provides a breathtaking vista, as you walk onto it. Out of season, like today, it was almost deserted.
The beach is fringed by sand dunes, and also home to a popular private golf club. The building in the distance in the clubhouse. The coloured object in the air to the left is the canopy of a kite-surfer.
On the way back to the car, we walked off of the windy beach towards the marshes, looking south. There was an old wartime bunker there, and Ollie decided to admire the view of the muddy marshes from the missing window.
We then drove down to Holkham, and had very civilised tea and cakes in the nice hotel there. Later tonight, we are going to a local country pub for a meal, before my birthday officially ends.
To everyone waiting for comments, replies, or emails, I apologise. Normal service will be resumed on the 17th. And to everyone who kindly sent me birthday messages, my sincere thanks, once again.