an unbroken swathe of sand
super for seaweed spotting:
We also traversed the salt marshes--our favorite walk from last year--where we indulged in a spot of amateur bird watching. And the best bit: just a few paces past the end of the marsh path, hidden up a forested track, is the Wiveton Farm Café,
the perfect place to recover, while nibbling fluffy croissants spread with butter and homemade jam.
There were rows and rows of berries to pick by the kilo in the surrounding fields,
but with just the two of us, we purchased smaller pre-picked punnets and other goodies from the shop:
The ideal way to fill a bike basket,
or a bulging bag or two if you've arrived on (blistered!) foot.