Into the big country

Last weekend we whipped across the fens and ended up camping in North Norfolk..The flats of East Anglia are great for stretching the eye..The campsite was nice if a little too"Cool Camping"..
The beach at Holkham was as ever, sublime.. The wind was tearing down the North sea, parallel to Norway, five hundred miles later hitting the North coast of England ripping up the beach and twisting it into sandy rivers. The rivers were pouring into new dunes that morphed and swelled in front of us..
Amongst this Geological drama..Little Terns were nesting on the beach.. They never dessert their offspring. Often becoming the nucleus of a small dune in the process..
My Pal Fish said that it was one of the best things he had ever seen..

Chicken Tarka Massala

Spent the last weekend in Exmoor. Swam in some fresh water, following in the Rudder bubbles of Tarka. Particularly my old Friend the Lynn, up from Watersmeet. And again in the Taw estuary, near Braunton Burrows.
We followed a dusty hot track up onto the moor, to Shallowford, . The place where Henry Williamson lived for a while after WW1.
The hillsides of Exmoor are like a child's ideal farm painting. Lots of coloured cattle and sheep flecked with the odd handful of Deer. Very easy on the eye.