Crossing the sands to meet and greet us was Bill, the seal warden, a man in his element after the recent storm and sea surge. The story goes that half the seals at Horsey had been swept down the coast and were now littering Winterton Beach: the pups seeking sanctuary in the dunes while the huge males lay abandoned on the shoreline like a cargo of DFS sofas. Credit then to Bill and his team of volunteers for their rescue work.
For certain there's a Pixar movie here. Think about it: storms, lost seals, separation, desperate journeys and reunited families - a dramatic story, all dewy-eyed and done with funny walks and whiskers. It'd be a smash.
After weaving our way through the wildlife on the beach, we crossed a line of dunes, where you could quite easily make a cheap sequel to "Lawrence of Arabia." Through the dunes and the terrain changed again. Suddenly we were crossing a gently, undulating grass prairie that could have been the Dakota Badlands or even the Yorkshire Moors. And I guess it's this kind of variety that keeps people coming back to Winterton. In fact you could say - it's the wonder of Winterton.
But now here's the highlight. Stopping for a rest before the return leg, Sue produced some lunch, including two large, pieces of Christmas cake, which were pretty much perfect in every way. Pity you couldn't have been there.
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