“The escaping water draws back like a curtain, exposing a rich feeding ground for wading birds”
I will always remember my first early-morning boat trip to the very tip of Blakeney Point. We crossed the wide harbour to a narrow shingle spit, where land meets sea and sea meets sky.
In high summer, this hook of shingle is often crammed with wild creatures, as marine mammals mingle with aerial acrobats. On that morning, terns dived into the water, emerging with small fish to feed to their hungry chicks, which were gathered in a group on the shoreline, stretching their wings and taking their maiden flights. Next to them, seals snoozed on the sand, their mournful calls almost drowned out by the scratchy cries of terns and screeches
