article_snippet.sent: THE STORY OF OUR SHORE .
article_snippet.sent: This suits Barkham’s taste, because Barkham’s childhood holidays were partly spent on Scolt Head Island, off the emptiest part of the Norfolk coast — an island with only one hut, where Barkham’s parents chose to stay.
article_snippet.sent: Barkham’s goes back to stay on Scolt alone, evoking not only Scolt emptiness, but also National Trust dreamy union of sea and land — good for meditation for a night or two, though not for a fortnight’s holiday.
article_snippet.sent: Barkham’s also waxes fondly on the loneliness of beaches and headlands.
article_snippet.sent: Barkham sails keenly for two of the inhabited islands off the coast.
article_snippet.sent: Barkham has provided a tempting introduction to many little-known stretches of our coastline, with helpful instructions on how to get to them (although them do not include places to stay).
article_snippet.sent: Barkham is the right man to salute the preservation of our coast:
article_snippet.sent: As a true coast-lover, Barkham once proposed to a girlfriend by drawing the invitation in the sand and taking a girlfriend up a dune to read it.