The very end of September; chilly but magical. A short delay for the tide which decided to ignore the predictions and made us wait 40 minutes before we could launch – no real hardship, watching the wonderful sunrise. The peace was deafening.
When it came, the tide was about the biggest so far this year. Rowing against it was tough, particularly into a brisk easterly on the way home.
Where else in Norfolk but Blakeney Point, could we be out rowing and have a migrating Osprey turn up overhead as we approached the seal colony?
Able to row right to the edge of the dunes, twenty metres from the beach, we paused for our usual turn-round refreshments; strictly coffee and biscuits, nothing stronger – honest.
One of this year’s great memories.
Thanks to Tom for pictures and the idea.