Before reading Marco's wonderfully atmospheric portrait of the under-appreciated Norfolk Coast, my only encounters with Blakeney were with the 1969 Derby winner (won me enough money to keep a penniless 15-year-old afloat in cider for a few weeks) and Sir Percy, better known as the Scarlet Pimpernel. Now another Blakeney has been added to this list and, thanks to Marco, I can't wait to visit.
The marshlands of Eastern England are a delight. It takes a while to adjust to the flatness of the landscape and appreciate the fullness and frequent drama of the skies.
What a lovely, evocative post.
I shall add this to my list of desirable salt marshes to visit!
Before reading Marco's wonderfully atmospheric portrait of the under-appreciated Norfolk Coast, my only encounters with Blakeney were with the 1969 Derby winner (won me enough money to keep a penniless 15-year-old afloat in cider for a few weeks) and Sir Percy, better known as the Scarlet Pimpernel. Now another Blakeney has been added to this list and, thanks to Marco, I can't wait to visit.
Thanks for taking me here . The sunsets are so evocative . Hopefully will get there someday .
The marshlands of Eastern England are a delight. It takes a while to adjust to the flatness of the landscape and appreciate the fullness and frequent drama of the skies.
It's extraordinary, Lakshmi. And to think that it took a worldwide pandemic to get us to visit.
They are a wonder, David. One of the last truly wild places in this overbuilt, overfarmed country.