There’s a crab in my bucket…..

It’s been a strange sort of week really. So far I have one child with suspected Glandular Fever and one with concussion. The H2Only Challenge has begun (will cover that in a separate post later), it’s Day 3 already, I’ve had some lovely news regarding a trip in September (will cover that in yet another post) and I’m still having no luck finding a local Forest School for the Baby Boudica’s.  But anyway, bank holiday Monday was lovely.

Sunday night I was umming and ahhing about what to do on Sunday and I have a friend to thank for suggesting what we did do. It was an excellent day, even if it didn’t go entirely to plan.

We started off having some lunch in Blakeney, they do most excellent bacon baps at the trailer in the car park at the end of the quay. It’s one of my favourite places to go with or without the kids. Obviously this lead on to the most popular Blakeney pastime of crabbing.  Slightly rancid bacon having been brought along from home (you’d be surprised what you find lurking in the bottom of my fridge!), we have our crab lines with little net bags and we take along our lucky red bucket.

Red buckets luck nearly ran out however when Mr Boudica decided that rather than walk to the end of the quay to procure water for the bucket, he would lower it down on one of the crab lines. You know where this is going don’t you? Sadly Mr Boudica was the only person who didn’t and yes, you guessed it, one full red bucket, breaks the crab line and lands in the water with a satisfying splosh. So after spending 15 minutes trying to work out how he was going to reach the bucket without actually getting wet and muddy, Mr Boudica resigned himself to having to make a waterside rescue.

Now admittedly I was quite relishing the thought of having to call the RNLI out to rescue Mr Boudica when he got stuck in the mud. The Baby Boudica’s and myself were a little disappointed when he neither fell in and got soaking nor required rescuing. He did have a few people cheering him on from the quayside, so I feel that is one mistake Mr Boudica will not be repeating.

So by the time Lucky Red Bucket had been rescued, we were a little short on time and the Baby Boudica’s had pretty much run out of patience with the whole crabbing thing.  We did however manage to catch 2 crabs, which amused Baby Boudica the Younger greatly as he then decided that catching them from inside the bucket was an altogether easier proposition. Why trawl the quayside when you can find some in the bucket? Silly Mummy.

How to tell your child has Autism: Baby Boudica the Younger is proudly showing a man and his daughter his crabs. They ask what he’s going to call them. He looks at them strangely, thinks for a moment and carefully says “One and Two”.  Yeessss.

So after depositing One and Two back in the quay, we make our way to Morston Quay for the highlight of the day – A boat trip to see the seals.  Mr Boudica has been nagging for ages to do this, since a couple of years ago I took myself off during the day to see the seals at Horsey.

It was a bit of a wait while the boats came in and everyone got on board. The boys are not known for their patience but once under way, they were grinning happily and looking at the boats.  There were lots of sailing boats and water-skiers about, so it was nice to sit back and relax until we got to the seals.

Boats and Boys

At this time of the year, access is restricted to Blakeney Point due to ground nesting birds. Apparently it is a 4 mile long sand and shingle spit, it’s wild and it’s beautiful with big Norfolk skies.

The seals were very compliant and just sat and watched as all the boats came past them, then turned and came back the other way.  I got the distinct impression that it wasn’t just us watching them, they were almost as interested in us.  It’s surprising how big some of those seals actually are.  Blakeney has two kinds of seals, the grey and the common seal, you can tell the difference by their colour. They also pup at the different times of the year.

Seals 3

Baby Boudica the Younger was especially excited by the seals but wanted to see penguins as well. (He’s been watching way too much Pingu!)

There was a slight ripple of excitement round the boat when he shouted “Shark” loudly and started pointing at the open sea. The rest of the boat actually turned to look, some looking really quite concerned. Seriously, it doesn’t pay to trust a 4 year old!  Mr Boudica earned himself some black looks from the bird watchers with the following conversation: “These Sandwich Terns, there’s something I don’t get…… they go with salad cream or pickle”! Like father, like son.

The boat stopped on the beach for some people to get off and have a walk around, we decided against it as both boys were tired out and after tired comes grumpy. We would have liked a look around the old Lifeboat House so will definitely be going back.

Huge thanks to Temples Seal Trips for a great afternoon.

Blakeney 2


There are of course other companies offering seal trips that are equally as good.  In other parts of the country I believe there would be great competition for passengers between boats, but here, there was a spirit of camaraderie and friendship, with each boat picking up passengers from the point that were customers of another company, just to help each other out. That’s Norfolk folks and it’s just one of the reasons why I love it here.

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