Julia expressed a wish, many years ago, to “see the seals” while we were in Norfolk one summer. We didn’t manage it that year, and various things like work and children ganged up on us, meaning we didn’t actually manage it any year. Finally, whilst compiling my modest bucket list, I had a look on the internet. Having frittered away the first half of the year with hospital visits I thought we’d missed the chance for this year. Imagine my surprise when I found that Grey Seals came ashore to give birth in November. I mean, there are twelve months in a year and it seems to me that at least six of them would be better suited to lying on a beach giving birth.
Having established that there were seals at Donna Nook (including 154 pups counted on Saturday) and that the day was going to be nice we went to bed on Sunday night with a plan in mind. Part of the plan was to take Number One Son to the station for 7.00am and another part was to remove my camera card from the card reader and put it in the camera before setting off.
I believe those last three lines are what is known as “dramatic foreshadowing”.
At 6.00 the alarm went. I oozed into a passable impression of action and by 6.45 was in the car and on my way to the station with Firstborn.
He checked his phone and muttered something. It seemed he was checking how much he was going to have to pay to upgrade his ticket, and he hadn’t liked the answer. The choice seemed to be pay £45 or wait for a later train and be late for work. To be fair, last time he did the journey he booked the upgrade in advance and it only cost £6. It’s not a bad way to run a business, charging people £45 extra just to travel at a convenient time.
And that was how we ended up travelling to North Lincolnshire via Leeds.
It was a lovely day, and we saw deer grazing in the fields by the side of the M1, so it wasn’t a total waste. I will leave you here, with a video of seals, and continue the story later.