Another ten metres of the coast had eroded recently at Happisburgh, with the truncated road shortening on each re-visit to this beautiful stretch of coastline. Bright sunshine was the order of the day on a rising tide. The lighthouse still stands guard,but one feels it is only a matter of time… Sand martins’ nests dotted the soft cliffs, although none were to be seen today. The beach itself has a grand scale, backed by the cliffs and is a perennially popular visitor attraction.
What the beach means to Jacquie and Eddy.
A bright day and a rising tide at Happisburgh beach.
Pronounced “Hazebruh”, Happisburgh originated as “Haep’s Town” and was mentioned in the Doomsday Book. Despite suggestions that it’s disappearing under erosion at a rate of knots, the village still has a bright future. It’s home to the oldest working lighthouse on the Norfolk coast. There’s a ramp down to the beach for easy access and great coastal walking along this stretch of Norfolk’s coastline.
Chris’ passion for the beach and all that it means to him.
With Peter, above the beach at Happisburgh.
The view from the vulnerable cliffs, above the beach at Happisburgh.
Bright blue skies were the order of the day for this summer re-visit. The tide was halfway in, allowing good access to the beach via the ramp that’s part of the managed retreat against the erosion here. Models were filming a clothing shoot by the cliffs. The red and white hooped lighthouse was framed in picture book style by the azure, cloudless sky, sitting in a field of vivid, ripe oil seed rape, altogether a riot of colour.
What the beach means to Julie, on holiday in the lighthouse keeper’s cottage.
A view of Happisburgh beach in the summer, from the cliffs above.