In the distance the kite surfers were practicing for the World Championship which takes place at Hunstanton later this year. They looked like angry wasps buzzing disagreeably over a discarded kebab (half lamb, half chicken, no chilli, garlic mayo). This was at the extremes of the camera's zoom so it's not the best picture.
At the top of the hill, on the area known as Barrow Common, you find this extraordinary hole scooped from the earth. Now filled with trees, it's supposedly a crater from a discarded German bomber payload during World War II.
This was the sight on the Roman fort of Branodonum. Sam and me spent AGES looking for this place last summer, unsuccessfully. Maybe just as well. There's nowt here any more except a lumpy field. Sam would have been disappointed. Better to travel in hope, etc.....
Back towards Brancaster Staithe, I've never seen a more smiley window than this! It beams!
Brancaster Staithe is a fascinating place. Still a working port, but there are reminders of past times everywhere.
And a ma-hoosive reminder of where you are right next to the moorings....
I wondered if this black-headed gull had landed on the soft mud to read the sign.....which reads "Beware. Soft Mud"
Mussel boats still go out from Brancaster and a lot of money has been invested in the harbour. In past time sit could accommodate boats up to 500 tonnes.
And to prove the vivacity, you can hardly move for every kind of sea-faring paraphanalia.
You MUST visit Brancaster this year! And mention us at the Jolly Sailors!
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