A small group of us have been wanting to check out Trimingham near Mundesley for quite a while.
There has been some publicity in last year or two about some old railway tracks that are visible when the tide is out.
I have been once before last Summer with Kathryn for a quick recce, but there was a high tide and we couldn’t get to that part of the beach.
This time round we had a mid tide but going high so we’re taking a gamble.
Meet time was 05:00 so this trip necessitated a fierce rise and shine time!
The Shoot
We parked at the bottom of the slope and made our way along the beach.
It’s a 15-20 minute walk to the tracks.
When we arrived, one of my fellow photographers who had been here a couple of months ago was shocked at how much sand had drifted onto the beach and covered a lot of the tracks.
There is also the remains of a tractor buried in the sand, but apparently that is significantly more covered now than earlier in the year, now with just the tips of tyres visible.
We set up from the start of the main track looking back to where we had walked from, and took several shots.
I decided I would have the track emerging from the lower right corner so it was something different to what the others were shooting.
Other than the tracks, there wasn’t too much else to photograph on this spot, and the surroundings left and right can feel a little awkward.
The morning sky was quite overcast with no sign of sun.
I decided to get the drone up as I had recently had it replaced under warranty for a sensor fault, and wanted to make sure it was working OK.
I walked further along the beach back from where we had walked and thought some traditional seascapes would be in order.
Two of us were in this next vicinity as we had observed some sunlight rays peering through the clouds which meant some pleasant captures should be possible.
I moved around and grabbed my final shot of the morning using some footprints in the sand as something of a leading line.
And that was a wrap.
While it was tempting to stay longer, we were supposed to be watching the tide as it was coming in and there was a risk of being pushed back to the cliff.
As I packed up and walked ahead, I could see one of my fellow photographers waving their arms.
We were just able to get past a narrow corner of the shore where the water was under foot. Had we been stuck, we could’ve probably walked over the soft bank of mud at the bottom of the cliff.
When the two of us met up with the other two, we discovered one had been trying to phone us to warn of the tide moving in.
Of course, unsurprisingly, there is no or patchy mobile signal down there on the beach.
It had been an interesting visit and Trimingham is definitely a location to return to again another time.
Onwards and upwards…