NORFOLK TAILS

This blog came together on the heels of a low-tide stroll with Clemmie, paws soaked and tail wagging with that special kind of seaside glee. What began as a walk quickly turned into a moment of inspiration—the shifting light, the glinting pools, the wild energy of dogs darting across open sands. I didn’t set out to write about it, but Wells has that magnetic pull: it asks to be shared. Back home, still brushing sand from my boots, I poured it all into one paragraph—hoping to

“You don’t need a postcard-perfect horizon to witness soul-stirring sunsets—just a quiet stretch of Norfolk coast, a curious pup in tow, and a sky ready to steal the show. From west-facing secrets like Snettisham to the marshlit magic of Brancaster, Norfolk’s twilight glow isn’t just something you see—it’s something you feel.”