The last few days have been tough with a little panic and anxiety setting in for some unknown reason. It was rather mild out this morning (and still is), so the youngest and I shot up the coast to see the seal pups. It was a flying visit as we had to get back by 12:00 but we managed to get there, have a walk about, and back again in under an hour.
We were immediately welcomed by a seal warden at the top of the dunes who pointed this little dude out to us. She explained they are weaned after 3 weeks and then just hang about on the beach until they can head to the sea.
They have to shed this white fluffy coat before they can swim. It isn't waterproof and will lead to them drowning if the tide catches them out.
Sometimes they just seem to pose for you!
The gull had given this one a peck on the belly and it seemed less than please.
There was a sign by the car park indicating that on the 14th December, 2028 adults had been counted on the beach and 3401 pups had been born so far this year.
We had to divert off the path as we walked south as the wardens were keeping people away from pups that had got bored of the beach.
These two seemed to be quite content.
The low sun at this time of year really seems to make the golds and browns pop out of the landscape.
You can see how flat Norfolk is when looking in land.
The eldest wants to go see them now so it looks like we'll be heading out for another trip tomorrow.
