John Betjeman's East Anglian Bathe

a sunset across a lake of water with reeds framing the photo at the front. the sunset is reflected off the water

Poet John Betjeman (1906 - 1984) was a regular visitor to the Norfolk Broads and in his poem East Anglian Bathe refers specifically to Horsey Mere.

East Anglian Bathe

Oh when the early morning at the seaside
  Took us with hurrying steps from Horsey Mere
To see the whistling bent-grass on the leeside
  And then the tumbled breaker-line appear,
On high, the clouds with mighty adumbration
  Sailed over us to seaward fast and clear
And jellyfish in quivering isolation
  Lay silted in the dry sand of the breeze
And we, along the table-land of beach blown
  Went gooseflesh from our shoulders to our knees
And ran to catch the football, each to each thrown,
  In the soft and swirling music of the seas.

There splashed about our ankles as we waded
  Those intersecting wavelets morning-cold,
And sudden dark a patch of sky was shaded,
  And sudden light, another patch would hold
The warmth of whirling atoms in a sun-shot
  And underwater sandstorm green and gold.
So in we dived and louder than a gunshot
  Sea-water broke in fountains down the ear.
How cold the bathe, how chattering cold the drying,
  How welcoming the inland reeds appear,
The wood-smoke and the breakfast and the frying,
  And your warm freshwater ripples, Horsey Mere.

If you would like to visit Horsey Mere and the landscape that inspired Betjeman to write East Anglian Bathe then why not try our Horsey Estate walk?