The continued adventures Of Jeni , Bill and Millie……..

Up until our excursions north, I’ve never really given seals much thought. I knew they were present on the British coastline, but even though we spent a lot of our time in coastal locations down south, we never really saw many. Don’t get me wrong, I was always incredibly excited when we did happen to see them, but I put it down to a one off, we had just been exceptionally lucky and in the right place at the right time. These encounters were always brief but beautiful, with oil black eyes etched onto our memories.

The first seal sighting on our trip was during a blustery walk along the long stretch of beach at Great Yarmouth. Amongst the murky coloured swell whipped up by the winds was a grey seal, watching us watching him. He (we could tell it was a male grey seal because he had the characteristic roman nose that makes them so distinctive….and he was big) seemed to be following us along the beach, curious at the creatures on land, keen to get a closer view because every time he disappeared he would reappear substantially closer to shore. This was so far our most extended encounter, and it set the tone for the rest of travels north where seals, both grey and common, became a more than regular occurrence on our trip.

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