This was supposed to be a "Ceph" related post but it was not to be
Sunday 27th June, 11.00am arrived at Hunstanton Cliff car park. The racing Rover panted & gasped for breath as the horses had not been spared during the journey. With wife & son & heir in tow, our aim to peruse & pick the famous "Cretaceous Nougat Formation" in old Hunstanton town for fossiliferous remnants of that period & we were soooooo keen you could bag it & tag it.
We were dressed to suit the wild north Norfolk coast & stoutly suited & booted but it was boiling as this summers Arctic blast (the Freezerbreeze) had failed to arrive, blue rinsed grannies swooned under the shade of Fisons fertilizer bags & teenies frollicked in bikinis
Down on the beach we stood transfixed before the majesty of the towering Nougat cliffs & were greeted by the sounds of the local folk who could be heard enquiring of each other "are yore roit deeya ?" as they huddled in the shade at the base of the crumbling chalk face, discussing genetics, feasting on Bernard Matthews turkey drummers & fanning each other with the notice boards warning them not to sit at the base of the cliffs as they were prone to jettison large particulates, some helped by fulmars nesting in the fissures
Ammonites, a particular fave of mine are noted as being present at the venue but we searched hi & we searched low but dagnabbit, not a sossarge, just some coral
& brachiopods
dog turds :x & the most monumental cloudburst to be witnessed by modern man this week. Rivulets of precipitation flowed through every gully created where two muscle groups form a gorge
The boy wonder was a shivering drowned rat & a timeout was declared so we popped round to see H.M. Liz II for ginger beer & cucumber sandwiches with real butter in, not "stripey" veg oil & liposuction !
Next week: Levington/Ramsholt perhaps, non-ceph I'm afraid but you can get crabs.