Flotsam

We took a walk from just outside Stiffkey to Wells Next The Sea and back yesterday. It was a perfect January day - a clear blue sky and a lazy winter sun just taking a edge off the chill.

I guess that in common with lots of people who have fallen in love with a part of a world and then relocated, as work life etc. takes over it's easy to forget exactly why you made the move in the first place.

Yesterday was a perfect reminder. Although we live closer to Norwich now, I'll always have a soft spot for Wells where I spent lots of time as a child.

Along Well's East Quay we found this stack of brightly coloured boxes discarded from fishing boats in the North Sea. I'm assuming they're flotsam (items that haven't purposely been thrown into the sea) as opposed to jetsam (which have).