Our last visit to the East Coast was some time ago and consisted of a day out in Great Yarmouth followed by a disappointing side visit to Cromer... so it was with some trepidation that we set off for Sheringham. When we got there we quickly got sucked into the narrow town streets and went all the way around the one way system before being spat out on the other side.
Finding a place to park in the street was a challenge so we ended up in a short stay car park servicing the Sainsbury's local. We paid for four hours and wandered off in the direction of the sea. Unlike this picture above, when we got there the sand was completely covered by the high tide. That was a bit annoying so we set off walking down the seafront pathway.
We went to the left and before long the path ended end we were confronted with a landscape of slippery pebbles, which were pretty much impossible to walk on. We sat down on the slipway for a few minutes but it was already getting very warm so we headed back the way we came. On the way back we noticed some public toilets up the cliffside so we paid a visit and then coming out of there we started to walk back along the top of the cliff, but that soon led back down to the path we'd set out on... the one full of pensioners who don't give a flying fuck about social distancing.
So with my patience wearing thin we decided to walk back along the cliff we'd already walked on, but then once we reached a certain point it became apparent that the pathway would potentially be quite narrow and unsuitable in these times, so after sitting about for a while we tried walking towards Sheringham wood. But that inevitably took us towards busier, main streets and in the end we gave up and went back to the car having seen pretty much nothing of Sheringham, least of all Dave's fish and chip shop or Camelia Cottage and their promise of fabulous cakes.
So we headed off to East Runton instead, which was much, much quieter. Huge beaches with relatively few people made for a nice couple of hours pottering along, although we were accompanied by the constant sound of a jet fighter rocketing around the place which detracted slightly from the general ambience...
The Rose and Crown (Harpley)
On the way home we decided to stop at a pub for a drink simply to prevent ourselves getting into the rush hour traffic near Kings Lynn. We found a pub called The Rose and Crown in a village called Harpley which was quite nice. It was fully booked for the evening, but they said we could eat if we wanted to (on a very small table), we decided to hold out for the massive pizza we had at home in the fridge, and by the time we got home we were more than ready for it!
