My plan for our visit to Holkham Beach yesterday was to swim in the North Sea. When we’d been in Southwold earlier in the summer, I’d swum a lot in that same North Sea. It was remarkably warm. It was warm at Holkham too and swimming there is brilliant! However, the sea was very rough, with myriad white horses and a wind, courtesy of Hurricane Florence, that was mighty.
There was another important reason for swimming, but with no other bathers there, I decided to head for the dunes. A westerly wind behind, so I had to point it east.
Drew Martyn about 3 years ago
Reading the previous drabble made me remember how painful blown sand in your face is. But reading this drabble made me realise there are worse things, if not quite as painful.
Supremely evocative, these drabbles, Mr H, I think you must have caught the atmosphere of the place extremely well :)
Neville Hunt about 3 years ago
Thanks very much Drew. Today was potentially rather drabbleful as well, because bloody Ali seems to be worse than Flo. (I wonder if my need to head for the dunes is perhaps lost here... there’s one thing worse than facing into the wind, it’s...)