Autumn Afternoons

A cold afternoon walk along the cliffs at Weybourne. Golden hours, the cawing of birds, the crashing of waves.

"shore crumbles away"

shore crumbles away
thirteen crows caw at daybreak
the end of the world

Deep Hole Formi(ng)

An image I found lurking forgotten on my hard-drive. I've babbled on about my fascination with coastal erosion and the lost Doggerland before: this is an unused image from a load I took whilst walking the beach and cliffs at Happisburgh, the village that is being slowly claimed by the sea.

Deep Hole Forming. Sums up quite a lot, in its own small way.

Sunrise Above Overstrand

Walking across the cliffs from Cromer early in the morning, to be greeted with this glorious sunrise above Overstrand - muse of the nineteenth century journalist Clement Scott, who originally christened the area with its 'Poppyland' moniker.