Salt marsh, sea and shingle!
Raring to go!
I departed from Wells-next-the-Sea under cloudy skies, with a stiff northerly breeze to match my stiff legs.Splendid views in all directions, and I managed to negotiate my way through large groups of ramblers and avid birdwatchers. I was pleased to see the windmill at Cley in the distance, unfortunately it didn't seem to get any nearer! When you finally think you're approaching the end, there's a frustrating loop which took me into Cley and back out again to the beach, where Nobby was waiting with lunch.
After a short lunch break, I set off to tackle the shingle, not good for lactic acid laden legs! No way could I run on this:
A weary four mile trudge to Weybourne. It was a long day, fifteen miles in total!
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