Burnham Overy

The day was the definition of murky and rather lovely in its mysterious murkiness with this ghost ship passing through. 
I tidied and locked up my sister’s at Wymondham and headed up to the coast. I walked down the bank watching the incoming tide and had a quick bracing dip off East Head followed by a coffee and mince pie and then headed back again to the sound of geese, high up and unseen, but pervading eerily through the murk.

Extras … more ‘blind light … and the business of being alive’ … https://www.blipfoto.com/entry/3146186794651879850

… and the budget horsemen of the apocalypse were after me … I gave them the slip in the murk …