An afternoon of psychogeography/treasure hunt as part of my pilgrimage in March 2026. It was magical standing in the spots where these postcards were taken, some over a hundred years ago. Mundesley is a place of childhood memories. Still lost in the 1960's, it is the mouth of a tiny river, only a few miles long. I have a small chalet there, my mum and dad's home for 30 years. Layers of nostalgia. Mundesley also looks over the lost realms of Doggerland. I was surprised to discover that the cliff above my chalet has been the subject of many postcards during the years - Mundesley East Cliff, somewhere I and my family have come to think of as Mundesley Top, our own spot, a spot where I recorded my 60th birthday and where I blow a conch on solstices, equinoxes and the like.

The audio was also sampled on the same day around the town.