Norfolk Adventure, Day 2: Wet! Wet! Wet!

Just when we thought the weather couldn't get any worse-it did! Walking along the front at Sheringham with scarfs, hats, gloves, constant drizzle and ice-cream-headache inducing, icy winds was quite an experience. We stood watching the grey waves pounding the beach for a short while and marvelled at the turnstones (which just did not seem bothered at all), before retreating to a lovely sea-front cafe with a wood burning fire.



After finally warming up we popped to Cley Marshes and once more stepped out into the biting wind. From the first hide we were pleased to see our first Brent, white fronted and barnacle geese. A water pipit quickly flew by and we watched a marsh harrier being mobbed by a crow.


Greylag, White Fronted and Barnacle Geese

Then came the bit I would like to forget!

I insisted we walked down to the sea even though it was bitterly cold in the wind; our reward would be a visit to the Cley Marshes cafe for something hot to eat and drink. I took out my iPhone and crouched down to take a picture of the amazing waves, a safe distance away - or so I thought. Through the back of my camera, I saw a large wave approaching far too late. I turned and had my feet taken away from under me by the shifting shingle and was engulfed by the incoming wave. NOW I knew the true meaning of cold! It was a miserable walk back to the car, although to be honest my legs and hands were pretty numb. My loving husband asked me 'Don't hate me, but do you think we could still visit the cafe?'

No was the answer!