We went to Norfolk today, just to walk on a beach.
Strolling along in the wind, we talked about the tsunami disaster, and reckoned that one of the reasons why it touches such a chord is that we all have memories of holidaying on beaches and asssociating them with pleasure and safety. We wondered how we would fare if a tsunami suddenly appeared on the horizon. In Brancaster (where this picture was taken), one would have to run a couple of miles at least to reach a safe elevation. I’m sure nobody on this beach would have made it.