Horsey

IMG_4701A grey morning, late November; a blanket of thick, high-tog cloud slung over the wet flatlands of northeast Norfolk. The day begins serendipitously when, approaching the car park at Horsey Windpump, two distant grey shapes are spotted in a roadside field – grey forms that have enough about them to demand a second look. Binoculars reveal them to be common cranes, an ironic name even here in one of their few British strongholds.

Cranes have bred in the region of Horsey Mere for over three decades but all my previous visits to the area had proved to be fruit-, or rather, bird-less. This time they were there for the asking: a pair feeding on the far side of a field, their visibility as good as it gets for cranes, which, despite their bulk and striking appearance, are shy birds that can be hard to locate. The birds stayed for a minute or two as binoculars were passed round before raising their wings to fly a over a hedge, out of vision. A fleeting sight, but a thrilling one – it was easy to why the Chinese call them “birds of heaven”. I had seen cranes before in Norfolk, at Stubb Mill, a remote winter raptor roost near Hickling Broad, where I witnessed half a dozen swooping in low, bugling their Latin name “Grus Grus”, just as darkness fell. This though, was a surprise sighting – unprepared for, unexpected – and all the more magical for that.

IMG_4721We had, in fact, come to Horsey for the seals. But first, a walk through the marshes alongside Horsey Mere, then to follow the channel of Waxham New Cut before crossing the coast road to Horsey Gap to reach the dunes and the beach. Close to Brograve Mill, a solitary marsh harrier was quartering the reed-beds on the opposite bank. The jackdaws that had gathered on the broken remains of its wooden sail flew off as we approached the mill. Long an icon of the Norfolk Broads, this photogenic ruin looked to be reaching critical mass in its ruination; the brickwork of its tower leaning, Pisa-like, in a losing battle with gravity.

IMG_4735The car park at Horsey Gap had its usual compliment of visitors – most folk do not want to have to walk far to fulfill their annual seal pup quota. Clearly it has been a good year for grey seals, with more than 300 newly born pups along this stretch of coast. Signs and plastic ribbon barriers do their best to encourage the over-inquisitive to keep at bay. Grey seals, despite their bulk, are the epitome of vulnerability. On land anyway – slumped on the beach liked huge slugs with lovable Labrador faces, their awkward obese bodies are an encumbrance out of the water.

IMG_4754The beach action is minimal: an occasional clumsy rolling over; the odd shuffle forward using flippers for traction; sporadic barking and baring of teeth between rival males. The scene looks like an aftermath of overindulgence, bodies adrift on the beach sleeping off the effects of a heavy night. Perhaps it is all that hyper-rich seal milk that explains this torpor: the effort the pups take to digest the 60%-fat fluid, the energy involved in the cows’ synthesising the milk from a diet of fish? Such extreme inactivity brings to mind an assembly of turkey dinner-replete families on Christmas afternoon, individuals sprawled on sofas somnolently waiting for the Queen’s speech. Maybe this is the subliminal reason that so many people come here to see the seals on Boxing Day and New Year’s Day?

IMG_4712Heading inland back to the car, the lowering sun finds a gap in the clouds to paint flame red those that lie beneath. We stop for a pint in the pub and, looking out of the window observe a deer, emboldened by the burgeoning dark, casually crossing a field of sugar beet. At the car park, as the last traces of daylight evaporate, three V-shaped formations of geese fly overhead, their high, wild calls preceding the appearance of their silhouettes in the sky.

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14 Responses to Horsey

  1. Alan Nance says:

    Thanks, Laurence, for this lovely, evocative piece. I felt transported from Catalonia to Norfolk, and then bemoaned not having seen these cranes and seals myself. I loved your “high-tog clouds”, and your description of the seals as “huge slugs with lovable Labrador faces” was much more generous than the metaphor used by Simon Armitage in his book ‘Walking Away’ (which I’ve just read), where swimming seals are likened to “black turds”. Great stuff.

    • Thank you for your very kind words, Alan – very much appreciated. If you come to Horsey in winter, the seals are guaranteed, the cranes far more elusive. Agreed that Simon Armitage lapsed from his usual poetic standard in describing seals in such a graceless way. All best, Laurence.

  2. The Millers Tale says:

    Goodness, yes, that is an utterly charmless way to describe a seal, especially when you consider that their beach lounging must have purpose.

    I enjoyed this and it has made me consider a Boxing Day walk on our return from North Norfolk.

    • Thanks for the comment, Nicola. My original comment got posted further down. But it’s here now:
      It’s a lovely walk to do on Boxing Day, although the car park and seal viewing area get very busy during the festive season.

  3. Julian Beach says:

    Ah, the beautiful Horsey Mere; my favourite anchorage on the Broads.

    The walk down to Horsey Gap and the seal colony is also a delight, made all the more enjoyable by a stop for a pint or two at the Nelson Head on the way back.

  4. It’s a lovely walk to do on Boxing Day, although the car park and seal viewing area get very busy during the festive season.

  5. dianajhale says:

    Two of my favourite Norfolk things! Glad to have an update, Laurence.

  6. “…individuals sprawled on sofas somnolently waiting for the Queen’s speech.” This post just put a smile on my face and warms the heart. Armitage must have been grumpy that day and just gave up.

  7. Dina says:

    You picked the right time of the year to visit Horsey Beach, Laurence. Lovely post! I had made a mental note of visiting the seals with pups around Christmas this year. Now I have changed mind; before the Christmas Holidays!.😉 We were lucky to see them last week. This colony doesn’t seem to be a permeant one like the one on Blakeney Point?
    I hope to be back in Cley before Easter. Would you and Jackie like to come over?
    Best regards from Bonn,
    Dina

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