Then there was morning (Morston Norfolk)

There is a sort of innate cheerfulness about mornings, especially when the sky is clear and the clouds haven’t got up yet. Geese pass overhead on their way to breakfast in the sugar-beet fields.

The sun reflects off the wet mud and seems to give twice the amount of light. As it rises it hides behind boats, stakes in the mud and the few building that there are, producing long interesting shadows emphasizing the three dimensional effect.

Even the water seems clearer in a morning than it was last night with the light penetrating and reflecting off it. The wild life takes a morning dip – or at least some of them do – others wait and watch.

Then suddenly into the landscape bursts a man with a bicycle.

How odd! Surely he is not going to ride it across the mudflat– anyway there is nowhere to go. He’s out digging for worms to be used as bait, and the bicycle, merely a device to support his bucket and fork.

The sun rises and gradually the shadows even out. Perhaps it is going to be a nice day – that is until the next low pressure area come through.

In the meantime we enjoy the sun, the crisp morning air, beautiful landscape and the prospect of a cooked breakfast.

Go on sniff hard and see if you can smell the bacon and egg cooking – come on you’re not really trying!