The first picture isn’t my take of snowy Britain but the frustrations so many of us have with those who just can’t drive. I caught up with Steve Thorp in Norfolk last week but the lightest snow dusting added nearly an hour to the journey, god knows what it must be like where it really snows, probably not that much colder than the North Sea.
The car was only registering two degrees on the dashboard, not that it slowed Steve’s progress to the water. The plan was to grab a few pix then join him but the longer I spent on the beach the further my thoughts go from sailing, I was bloody freezing behind the camera and couldn’t imagine how much colder it would be in the water.
To be honest East Runton has never been kind over the years but as this was the only time waves and I have found the place at the same time I couldn’t say know. Bloody new I should have resisted, not that it was as cold as it looked, far from it. Apart from a few minutes of finger burning that was the only punishment I took but then, East Runton was about to let up on me.
I see the forecast is looking good for there again this week but after the wind gave up on me this week I might just stick by my original rule and stay at home… but then it did look good.
