Shells, dead crabs and copious amounts of seaweed is a pretty accurate description of what you can find on Brancaster beach. The sun was beating down on us as we struggled across the scorching sand to the shore line to cool our burning feet, seaweed getting caught in between our toes, the consistency of wet paper, as we paddled in the breaking waves.
The beach was busier than it looks here
Lucy and I had come to Brancaster on the way home from our spa day, we got rather lost looking for Holkam bay (rumoured to be a nudist beach!) and as the petrol gage slipped on to 'empty' we saw the sea on the horizon and headed in that direction. Brancaster was the first beach we came to, after we payed the extortionate car parking fee - £3.50! - we had lunch and then followed the crowds down to the sea.
The beach was packed, so we walked along the shore line. There were hundreds and hundreds of shells, which was pretty awesome. I haven't seen shells on the beach for about 10 years since I went to Lyme Regis on holiday. Most of them looked like cockle shells - white, yellow, brown, black, striped all different colours - but as I'm no expert in marine life I couldn't be sure what they were. We trudged up the shore line for about a mile, so we could leave the shrieking children and mental dogs that were careering about behind us. As we walked further up the beach we came across what appeared to be a graveyard for the skeletons of minuscule crabs, I hope they hadn't roasted to death in the heat. I wish I had a tiny pet crab.
We found all these shells within a metre
Dead crab :(
We turned back and walked along in the waves, the tide had come in and gravel and shells were now directly on the shore line. It was horrible, they really hurt and Lucy got shell in her foot. Damn shells. It was a really beautiful day, but so hot.
Shell I found
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