We had a late/leisurely start in Blakeney. After a much needed rest driving the dark roads, all of us are refreshed and ready to go. Unfortunately the weather forecast was so accurate it did rain the entire morning until after lunch. Bummer!
I baked the quiche languishing in H's flat for breakfast. At 9.30am, we head west on the coastal path heading for Morston Quay. There is not much to see other than the marshes. It was meant it as a walk to be acquainted with the area. The grey skies did not give credit to the beautiful Blakeney town.
The walk was on the 'levee', wet sandy patches here and there but quite walkable.
We did so many photoshoots and many walkers passed us by. Nothing will stop us from taking selfies, even the rain. It was a modest 2.6km but we took almost 1 hour to get there.
The landscape is best described as forlorn, featureless with River Glaven cutting through rivulets. The marsh grounds soaked up the river and I expected every patch of grass to sink under should I step foot on it. Even so, the cold was rejuvenating.
We hung out at Morston Quay. I had scrapped plans to do the seal tour because of the rain. The other 2 were not enthusiastic with a boat ride in the rain, uncovered and exposed in the cold.
We looped back 'home' walking the exact route back to Blakeney. At the end of the road, around 12.30pm, we ate at Two Magpie bakery. We had an amazing lunch of risotto, Turkey toast and Rarebit. It was one of the best meal ever. We concluded lunch with 2 cakes, shared among the 3 of us, a Tiramisu and an Apple Cake, both so excellent. So happy were we with the lunch we bought croissants for breakfast. The grand total came up to about 60 GBP but we were full of praise at the wonderful meal.
The sun made its brief debut for the day, now 2pm. We did a short walk on the Blakeney circular walk for some glorious view of The Broads. An abandoned boat was much a feature in the marsh.
We admired the bigger portion of River Glaven, had more wefies and photos before making the walk back. A complete loop to Cley would take 7 mi and we were not prepared, having started late and already done a good 5 km from Morston Quay and back earlier.
Sun was low with the last 30 min of light before a nautical sunset. We went back for some rest and wash our muddy pants. I decided the prudent thing would be to bake something to warm up the house. It was seriously joyless to walk out in the dark for a meal.
The baked sausage on a bed of mishmash vegetable would be grub for the night.
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