A Norfolk memory

Snettisham hareSmiling inanely at a hare racing up and down the Norfolk sand dunes at dawn, tracking the dumpy knots wheeling up into the dusk sky as the tide rolls in across the estuary: the beginning and end of a day spent chasing my own two darlings around the Snettisham beach, wading warily into The Wash and screeching back to the comforting dry towel, wiping ice cream from their salty mouths as they gaze into an unknown world of excitement and adventure. We shared a vivid potential that day, a simple freedom.