Season: summer
A slight mist pervaded Blakeney for this early morning visit. The tide was out and a tranquil atmosphere prevailed. Ann’s simple appreciation of the beach was appropriate to the setting, eloquent and understated.
What the beach means to Ann.
By the water at low tide in Blakeney.
Season: winter
I arrived an hour after a high spring tide had pushed the sea onto the walkway by the river at Blakeney. The tide was running swiftly out to sea past the barge Juno, which still had water under her keel. I visited the art gallery of David Jackson, whom I mistakenly referred to as Alan, where I interviewed proud local man Colin. The grey morning was brightened by his appreciation of all things Norfolk and the diverse attractions that lie in proximity to the beach on this part of our coastline.
Norfolk all the way for Colin.
The river at Blakeney on an ebbing spring tide.
Season: winter
If you walk out in the morning from Blakeney Quay, along either the elevated footpath or the causeway by the water, you’re soon in a world of birdsong and salt marshes. The horizon wanders as you swing round and it can be quite disorientating at first. When your focus adjusts, subtle height and distance variations in this coastal environment become apparent and you start to listen more carefully to the sounds around you. The effect is very settling and harmonious, a revitalising start to the day.
Brenda’s homage to the beach.
Morning birdsong at Blakeney.
Season: autumn
Blakeney is a small, quiet village, despite being close to many of the other resorts in this part of Norfolk. It’s in an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, with endless views across the estuary and salt marshes out to Blakeney Point, owned by the National Trust. The Point, a long spit made up of sand and shingle, is an important breeding ground for terns. It’s also home to common and grey seals. From nearby, you can get to Blakeney Point by ferry. You’ll be mixing with dinghy sailors, bird and seal watchers and walkers.
Maddy and Mark give their assessment of the beach.
An expansive scene at Blakeney, looking over the salt marshes.
I just love, love, love beautiful Blakeney. There is nothing quite like an early morning stroll at the height of summer along this part of the Norfolk coastline. I love the different colours of the boats that are moored here. It’s a brilliant and remote spot for bird spotting too, as well as bumping in to like-minded dog walkers! It is hands-down one of my favourite places by the sea.
Blakeney beach is a misnomer. There is no beach. Blakeney is a pretty
little village hugging the North Norfolk coast where in Tudor times large
merchant vessels used to dock. Now, apart from the ferry taking visitors
to see the seals at Blakeney point, it is a mooring for many little
sailing boats impatiently waiting for the tide to cast off on their next
adventure. The channel is surrounded by flats with samphire and sea
lavender, the sounds are of the tide and birdsong, the smells are of the
sea and the wild herbs crushed underfoot. It is a haven from the world, a
place to get away from the crowds, to walk and feel at one with nature, re
charge and re invigorate.
Escape – unwind – a place to heal both mind and body + a swim is even better !