Come apart and rest awile
Traffic! It felt I’d been tailgated every mile of the way - aggressive drivers in my rear view mirror and almost in my boot, pushing me to go faster! Finally, at journeys end I parked by Moreston Creek and let the tension drain out of me. It is a sort of lands end! The North Pole is 2222 miles away and , apart from Blakeney Point, there’s nothing in between but sea and ice! I thought I’d join holiday makers as they went out to see the seals but when I’d arrived early the ferry still sat firmly on the bottom. Round about it long billed waders delved the rich mud and a Little Egret stalked its prey in the shallows pools. The liquid trill of a Curlew’s call carried on the and on high Larks sang their hearts out! Soon a trickle, had turned into a stream of water pushing into the creek , lifting the grounded vessels and turning their bows to the flood. With that the ferrymen quickly got their passengers aboard and we were manoeuvring betw...