Crunch, crunch, as I walked...making the sound
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where you see the rise of the edge of the land where the erosion starts.
Weybourne beach is located on the Norfolk coast. The beach is full of pebbles, rather than sandy, and as you walk along the edge of the land that meets the beach, you would have noticed erosion exposing more pebbles embedded in these edges of soil and sand.
You can find flint here. A type of stone that people in this area used to make fillers for houses's walls and walls around their gardens. You see by the roadside all the walls are made of these. It is believed that, "flints can reach the size of a cat and may have a coat (cortex) of white or brown. Inside a nodule, colours range through yellows and reds, browns and whorls of pale grey." But the flint stones found were too small to be used for walls.
"Almost pure silica, any impurities give different colours and qualities. Jet black flint is the most pure and is specific to Grimes Graves in Norfolk, whilst a white flint is found only in parts of Lincolnshire...Because flint shines and fractures like glass, it became highly sought after by our early forbears for its hardness and capacity to chip to a sharp tough edge. Four thousand five hundred years ago people were mining 14 metres below Norfolk at Grimes Graves near Thetford, where over 400 pits are evident. This, one of Europe's earliest industrial centres, was a unique source of beautiful black flint, which was expertly fashioned into axe heads for tree felling, as well as saws, knives, axes, scrapers and arrow heads." (Info. found in this link.)
We did not go and visit Grimes Graves, but traveled through many towns in Norfolk, and remarked along the way about the usage of flints everywhere. It seems that there are other coastal towns apart from Norfolk and Suffolk in East Anglia that uses flint. Brighton in Sussex is famous for its pebbly beaches, too.
Link on Grimes Graves, Flint Knapping etc.
Pic. taken from this website, showing an old church in Weybourne and the walls made of flint.
Weybourne beach is not for sun-bathing and it did not attract the usual crowds but people who would like to have a quiet walk along the beach, or throw stones into the water, or examining the geological treasure abound. The beach is also a working beach where boats come in from the day's catch. There are plenty of boats moored inland when I went there almost nearing sunset on an April's evening.
There is a myth about a "whistling ghost" on this beach as often the locals could hear persistent whistling, and they even spotted a "chap" with old clothes from far, but when pursued, the chap had vanished. We did not wait around for dusk to descend as the roads were not that familiar and some parts have no lighting. It was kind of sad leaving this pebbly beach and Norfolk. It was a good journey.




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