Sunday, 21 December 2014
We finally arrived in Horsey mid-afternoon. It was all very still, very calm, very damp. Before we actually moved into our holiday cottage we stopped on the edge of the village to look the National Trust pumping mill (alas, the sails need replacing!) and walk around Horsey Mere. It got more atmospheric as evening approached - though not at all eerie. Just as sense of emptiness - all very Northern European, as though we were part of a painting by David Caspar Friedrich.