it started at dawn; clouds had to be photographed. I had to run and get the camera to catch this sky out of my bedroom window.

this afternoon we went to Morston, and after a late morning and middle of the day with perfect sunshine, if a rather blustery wind, it suddenly clouded over and the wind stopped. but over the sea the sky was still perfect satin blue.

towards Blakeney it was clear and fine

a jaunty rather crisp cloud

the mud in the creeks (it was low tide, sadly) shining with the sun’s brilliant reflection

after a week of strong winds, frost and hailstorms this afternoon’s  warm temperatures and light wind were a welcome change.

black brent geese and curlews calling, white egrets lurking

Tilda eating something nasty but satisfyingly crunchy; maybe a long dead crab.

a ghostly mountain range of cloud out to the north west

sand banks and seagulls

another pristine little cloud, just like a curly ostrich feather.

the Stiffkey winding its way around the mudbanks -  plenty of food for the waders.

the dogs get the mud off their legs with a paddle

the redshanks seemed very calm today, allowing me within a few yards

the zoom on this camera allows better bird photography provided they stand still

we paddle across and along towards the mussel gatherers, where the spell is broken; sadly mussels are being cleaned with a machine – a noisy generator and a foul smell. “I’m told it’s progress!” says the other guy, picking over his shellfish in the riddle, “but I’m not sure that it is.”


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