Day 3: Wells-next-the-Sea to Salthouse, 14 miles, 5hrs 45 mins
First, an egg hunt of course. Copious amounts of chocolate eaten by the smallest, boiled eggs with bunny cosies for Zillah and I. Rain forecast for this afternoon so a quick lunch packed, chocolate stashed in backpacks, numbers of layers needed discussed.
Wells-next-the-sea at 9am on an Easter Sunday is lovely and quiet, we pull up and park right on the sea front, sun shining, a bit nippier. Zillah sets the pace as she doesn't want to be caught in the rain later, they are gone before I know it!
My morning coffee is from Grey Seal, right on the quay front. Great coffee.
Today no jobs for me! I have time to nip up the High Street to BTOI, a bright and refreshing shop where you always find something good, today it's washi tape and some gifts for the end of the walk. They are a secret!
Yesterday on Blakeney Quay whilst crabbing we, Zillah, got chatting to some fellow crabbers. They hadn't caught a single one so the kids donated one of our 'gillys' to their bucket. We had already been gifted our crabs by clearly more skilled/lucky fishermen than us! So, Zillah explains that they are walking all the way to Cromer, fundraising for Sands. The family take details of our Just Giving page and I see today they have very generously donated £20. Isn't that amazing?
2pm and I set off to collect them from Salthouse. There is a very long and exposed shingle bank which stretches for several miles from Cley. They call me to make sure I am there. Then, across the shingle expanse I see them; Fenn falling down the bank, Paul trudging, I can see his scowl from where I am and Zillah, she breaks into a run! It turns out there has been much disapproval of the shingle, some swearing even!
Reports for the day;
Dogs counted: 74
Loads of Geese
A Pied Wagtail
One hare running through the marsh at Stiffkey
One weird pipe
Roast chicken in the oven, three exhausted walkers planning a stagger to the pub.
Another 10 miles tomorrow, goodnight.