Cromer Pier on a Bank Holiday
I mistook this for a war memorial, but it actually marks the dedication of a lady councillor who represented Poppyland for many years.
Apparently a quote from Winston Churchill about Cromer, I was hoping it wasn't going to prove to be true.
I am sure this boy was enjoying himself, although I couldn't see his face.
The council are using goats to keep the growth on the cliffs under control and they are rather fine looking animals, even if I couldn't get a clear shot of them.
A different approach by a caravan owner to keeping the vegetation under control.
I now reached East Runton and realised that I could not find any more direction signs. When I looked at my map I should have been a couple of miles further inland, so had to relocate to where I thought the route should be, but there were no route signs there either. Subsequently I worked out that the new England Coast Path had taken a route along the coast rather than the published route in the guide books and on the Ordnance Survey Maps.
Just to make sure, all the old way marks for the Norfolk Coast Path had been removed and replaced by ones for a "Circular Route". Not particularly helpful.
The old route was very pleasant running through woodland whereas the new route ran through the middle of static caravan parks. I know which I preferred.
The track running back down towards Beeston Regis though swathes of Alexanders, a greenish umbelliferous plant found all along the coastal strip.
Beeston Regis Church.
The Norfolk Coast Path regained on the cliffs just before the climb of Beeston Bump.
View from the Bump down to Sheringham.
Although it was sunny no one had opened up their beach hut and the wind was whipping in directly off the sea, although at high tide there was no beach either.
Turnstone hiding amongst the pebbles.
Daisies making a colourful splash in the cliff top gardens.
76084 wearing a "face" as one of the Fat Controller's Very Useful Engines running between Sheringham and Weybourne for a Day Out with Thomas.
The shingle bank between Weybourne and Cley which was about 20 foot high has now been wiped out during a number of tidal surges and sea inundations between 2013 and 2015, leaving a vast expanse of shingle spread over miles of the coast.
This used to be he car park at Salthouse beach, now the road just ends were the shingle came to rest and there is not even room to turn a car.
More fresh shingle, looking towards Cley
I think these iron posts were probably there to anchor the old shingle bank but now they just stick up from the beach
Next to the old coastguards building at Cley beach was a shelter. The coastguard's building is long gone and the shelter has been inundated by shingle completely burying the bench inside on this east facing side.
Cley-next-the-Sea - the windmill, the coast path comes inland from the beach about 1 mile here in order to cross the River Glaven.
A fierce dog guarding someone's garden against incursions from the path.
At last nearing Blakeney after a further trip out across the marshes from Cley.