I had to work on Saturday but afterwards the Purple Princess and I hurtled northwards and by dusk were pitching a tent on the Norfolk coast. I love the long summer evenings and we still had enough light to enjoy a walk on the beach though not enough light to use the cameras. We’ve camped here many times and expect to see Seals in the surf and sure enough we spotted one before we’d even descended from the dunes. We walked northwards seeing more and more seals as we did so, after about a mile we climbed up a tide break and we greeted by the sight of a whole group of seals laying on the beach. Their calls were strange, some high pitched and musical, others deeper almost barks. We walked slowly forward but didn’t want to get too close and disturb them. Further along the beach were even more seals around a hundred in all and there were dozens more swimming just off shore. We made sure we kept a respectful distance and walked along enjoying something we may never see again? The Seals certainly noticed us and some of the younger ones shifted position, a couple actually shuffled towards us to get a better look. The sun setting behind the dunes gave the scene an eerie light, we couldn’t manage to capture it on camera but the memory will stay.
After a night in the tent we packed away in the morning and made our way to the staithe. By midday we were afloat on a bouncy broad, surrounded by yachts. Through the yachts I opened the throttle; the fresh south westerly threw spray off the bows and temporarily prevented the PP clicking away with a new Nikon. After a little cruise around I stopped the boat in a sheltered spot and began tackling up. I fished two open end feeders on helicopter rigs using corn or maggots on 16 hooks on a two foot link. The groundbait was the remnants of the Expo mix I’d used in the spring, bulked up with more brown crumb and given a good squirt of liquid Brasem.
It was a lovely afternoon and it was tempting to stay out to watch the sunset but the pub was even more tempting. We made it in time for a lovely seafood platter washed down with a pint of ‘Ghost ship’. We somehow ended in in the pub quiz and didn’t disgrace ourselves… We packed loads into a day and a bit and arrived home late, thoroughly knackered. We really must do this more often!