It goes without saying that I'm biased about Norfolk but really, I cannot think of anywhere else that holds such diversity within it's bounds. From the sandy forests of the Brecks to the beaches of North Norfolk, the Broads, cliffs at Hunstanton and the changing texture of soil from field to field. There's a bit of everything. There are even a few hills if you lose yourself in the right places - just try cycling up them!
It's not often we head to the coast anymore; what with the allotment and general malaise around having to bother with busy roads and crowds we generally just 'don't' but at some point at Christmas we talked about heading to do a bit of fossil hunting this year. Sunday seemed the perfect day for it. Tides right, sunshine and a permitting schedule. We hit the roads after a leisurely start and arrived not long after 9:30am. It was quiet-ish.
I wore my now quite tatty all-round boots as I know from past experience that walking on the beach can trash footwear in sixty seconds flat. When we reached the exposed cliffs I was disheartened to see how much they looked like they had eroded. I don't know how much had fallen since our last visit but the amount of fallen rock on the beach was sad.
Curiously this chap appeared to be having a tidy up of the fallen rocks. See how he had collected the red rock and piled it separately? Wouldn't this be a futile activity as the tide will only come in and whizz it all over the place all over again in only a few short hours? I didn't like to ask.

I'll be honest, my expectations of finding any fossils pendulum from non-existent to 'there's a full dinosaur skeleton tucked away somewhere' but faced with billions of rocks to choose from there's nothing to set one apart from another.
The chalk rocks were willing to split open, especially those with a conveniently situated fault line. I didn't want to say crack but a crack.
Tah da! What's in here? Nothing identifiable except rock. I expect under magnification something would present itself but I'm expecting to see a full on example of a spiraled up sea creature or a dinosaur tooth.

You can see how the lighthouse doesn't look especially far back from the edge...
Birds were staking claims to the most meagre of ledges.
Tons of rock have been eroded...
Personally I hate going anywhere near the rock-face, it's so crumbly and precarious I just think there could be a collapse at any point which is terrifying. Sometimes you see families sitting on a rock at the foot of the cliff casually eating a picnic. I wonder whether they have even considered how ridiculously dangerous it could be? Or am I over-reacting? 
This was my favourite find which I am debating it's provenance. It's a rock I picked up. Now is it an imprint fossil of a limpet type creature or is it just where a metal brace has infused rust into the chalk? Either way I like it for having immediate interest.

A close up of the most 'interesting' opened rock. Is that something? A shell? No idea. Anyway, we didn't bring anything home with us. 
Upon our return we clocked the same chap still having a rock tidy-up. That's dedication to a cause.
More from sunny Hunny soon.
Take care,
Sophie