On the Tuesday we continued walking from just a little
further east than the point we'd ended at the day before.
We began at a small town called Blakeney.
Blakeney Church
The church was right by the bus stop, so we went there
first. It was huge and impressive; apparently this area
used to be rich from the wool trade. (We saw plenty of
cows but hardly any sheep; I guess times have changed,
maybe you get more subsidy for cows.)
There were loads of different carvings including this
cute dragon.
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The church altar, through a nice wooden screen.
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Another nice (but slightly weird) carving on one of those
half-seat things they have in the choir.
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Sunlight (yes, it didn't rain that day) through a nice
plain window.
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Nice tree in the graveyard.
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Blakeney
There were quite a few tourists (apart from us) around the
waterfront area. Nice ice cream, too.
As you can see, the dockside (where those pilings are)
was carefully designed to cope with high tides.
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As well, there's an
old ruined building called the Guildhall; you can walk inside
the lowest floor, the rest having been destroyed. I can't
remember the full details of the building's history and
I'm not sure they know either, but they're certain of one
thing: it wasn't a guildhall. Ho hum.
The building was pretty bare and gloomy inside; nice roof, though.
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The sea taking no notice whatsoever of a plainly-visible instruction.
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Blakeney to Cley
A short (three mile) path lead an extremely long way around to the
next town of Cley, which is not pronounced Cley but Clee. Mostly it
followed the bank of a river whose name I can't remember (we could
call it Lethe, I suppose, but... nah).
Nice old boat near Blakeney harbour.
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Coastguard Land Rover between the forgotten river and the sea.
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Bizarre farm trailer loaded with wooden pallets and a baseball cap.
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Cley to Sheringham
After going into Cley the path led straight back out on the other
bank of the river, eventually reaching a beach that featured not
only a cafe but also a second-hand books stall. Hm.
From there we pretty much walked along the coast all the way to
Sheringham, most of it along a large bank of shingle that had
been set up as a sea defence.
Sun, sea, and shingle!
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Erm... a post. This isn't a seawater pool, it's at the edge of
freshwater marshes on the other side of that bank (and, supposedly,
on the other side of that fence.)
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Gorgeous colours in the marshes.
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A boat anchored atop the sea wall.
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From inside a WW2 pillbox in the beach (somebody thought Hitler
was going to invade Norfolk); it was half-filled with
shingle but there was room to crawl inside.
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Strictly private.
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Boat on the beach.
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As we neared Sheringham, the path took us up onto the clifftop.
A sign warned that these were unsafe cliffs and nobody should
go near the edge - has anyone ever seen a sign telling you that
a place has safe cliffs and you should feel free to
lean over?
And there was a bizarre little row of terraced houses all on its
own in the middle of nowhere; they looked like they could have been
plucked from a Sheffield estate. I have no idea what they're doing
there but the end one was flying this flag.
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Dog-walkers (*spit*) on the beach near Sheringham.
