Today, I’m going back to 2016 to the day I got to one of the highest points and one most recognisable buildings in Norfolk.
It’s the one that Challenge’d Anneka to be repainted in its distinctive red and white hoops but in the wrong type of paint.
I was on assignment for the Newspaper, my job was to cover a Happisburgh Lighthouse Open Day which would normally happen every month or so during the summer.
The lighthouse is the only privately funded fully operational lighthouse in the UK.
As a means to maintain and run the operation, the public are allowed to visit and climb the every decreasing steps to the top, to view the lantern and look out across the North Sea. Working for newspapers you have to get a lot done in a short amount of time, the usual pictures from people looking at stuff, people doing stuff, people with other people stuff and normally always happy stuff.
After all that is done, I always try to get something else, on this occasion I thought a view from above the lantern and people would be nice.
Having sought special permission I was allowed to climb a ladder to get even higher, holding on tight and a bit of contortion I got the image below.
A few weeks back when it wasn’t raining, grey and dull in East Anglia, I was asked to pop down to Santon Downham to meet Paul Norris and his lovely dog Milly in Norfolk. It was a beautiful bright day with frost the night before which made for a lovely way to start the year.
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but canoes and paddle boards wasn’t it. Paul’s idea was to take me out in a canoe for a quick trip down the river with Milly as well. I’m not happiest on a boat, especially one that rocks around as much as a Canadian-type canoe, but I was reassured it was safe. All went well with a quick ten minute trip up and down the river with me at the front with Paul and Milly just loving the early morning boat ride. I was pretty much stuck in one place but with some flash to the side and the widest lens I had all made for some lovely atmospheric pics on the water.
So back to dry land and then Paul wanted to take Milly back onto the river but this time on a paddle board. “She’s used to it” I was told, and true to his word she happily sat with Paul whilst he took the bright yellow board for another trip down the river and back. This time I was firmly on dry land taking pics from the bridge and he made his way back to me.
There were a few twitchers around who were on the lookout for a rare parrot crossbill, which had made its way to Thetford Forest, but I don’t think they’ve ever see a man in near sub-zero temperatures floating down The Little Ouse with a dog on a paddle board.