Day 343
Cromer to Winterton-on-Sea
At 9.30am on Cromer Pier I met up with an old friend and work colleague who I hadn't seen for sixteen years. Mark and I had a great morning walking along the beach in a Norfolk sea mist which Mark explained was referred to as a 'fret'. We had so much to catch up on and by the time we knew it we had reached Bacton where it was time for a microwave pie from a cafe before Mark's wife Annabel came to pick him up.
I then continued along the beach with the sunshine which had soothed away the fret. Along the way I saw some significant cliff erosion. In one instance, near Happisburgh, a road had just been cut off.
On the beach a little way before Winterton-on-Sea there was a small colony of seals. Doing my best seal impression I entice a couple of these inquisitve creatures over to me, and a seal pup came out of the water to have a closer look! I must have impressed him (or her). I stayed the night in Winterton-on-Sea.
Cromer to Winterton-on-Sea
At 9.30am on Cromer Pier I met up with an old friend and work colleague who I hadn't seen for sixteen years. Mark and I had a great morning walking along the beach in a Norfolk sea mist which Mark explained was referred to as a 'fret'. We had so much to catch up on and by the time we knew it we had reached Bacton where it was time for a microwave pie from a cafe before Mark's wife Annabel came to pick him up.
I then continued along the beach with the sunshine which had soothed away the fret. Along the way I saw some significant cliff erosion. In one instance, near Happisburgh, a road had just been cut off.
On the beach a little way before Winterton-on-Sea there was a small colony of seals. Doing my best seal impression I entice a couple of these inquisitve creatures over to me, and a seal pup came out of the water to have a closer look! I must have impressed him (or her). I stayed the night in Winterton-on-Sea.
