It’s a shame that the first whale I see is a dead one, but I doubt that I will manage to see a live one. He was washed up at the end of last week with an injured tail. Despite efforts by Hunstanton folk to help him back into the deep water that he needed, he didn’t make it.
On a schoolboy note, it was pretty obvious that it was a he (with barnacles), and I wondered at the families happily posing for snaps beside him.
Note: Hunstanton cliffs’ coconut ice appearance is due to the bi-coloured chalk layer above the carrstone layer.