North Norfolk’s skies and empty beaches blend seamlessly with bustle and crying seabirds
MY summer was wonderfully hillfilled, including a week in Snowdonia, during which I climbed eight of its biggest peaks, and—joy of joys—trekking to the top of the 12,225ft Mount Rinjani on Lombok. That last effort was more intense than anything I’ve experienced before, so my return to Cambridge was less a wistful look back at the hills than a happy reunion with flatland walking. I’ve resumed my morning riverside walks and an invitation to give a lecture at South Creake saw me heading happily for the north Norfolk coast.
I love places where the land meets the sea and the Norfolk coast has its own special qualities. The adjective that springs to mind is ‘endless’, as huge expanses of saltmarsh evolve into vast beaches and sanddune systems whose horizons then merge seamlessly into enormous skies. Its sublime qualities led to it being designated as an AONB in 1968 and a coast path runs along its length.
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