Tip toe around the river

I am away for a week, working in Norfolk, a place I called home from age 11-20, and a place that has a very strong hold on my heart.
I love walking out in the dawn and dusk and seeing what treasure awaits me.
On Tuesday morning it was not very promising, low cloud and uninspiring light, but when I reached the estuary I found these magical foot prints in the silt of the Yare, where curlews had been tip toeing around the tide line.