North Norfolk. Vast empty beaches, big skies and....hills? Yup, North Norfolk has its fair share of leg-burners, we know, we walked a few of 'em. They may not stack up to much in comparison to those in Singing Bear's gloriously mountainous neck of the woods, but the long inclines certainly take it out of you after a few hours on the go. Luckily, there was always a cold beer on the porch of our cabin to look forward to at the end of each day, before we rested up and hit the road for more of the same the following morning.
Tuesday, 30 June 2015
Up Hill and Down Dale
North Norfolk. Vast empty beaches, big skies and....hills? Yup, North Norfolk has its fair share of leg-burners, we know, we walked a few of 'em. They may not stack up to much in comparison to those in Singing Bear's gloriously mountainous neck of the woods, but the long inclines certainly take it out of you after a few hours on the go. Luckily, there was always a cold beer on the porch of our cabin to look forward to at the end of each day, before we rested up and hit the road for more of the same the following morning.
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Big Youth,
Holiday,
North Norfolk,
Photographs and Memories,
Walking
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I once had a lovely holiday on North Norfolk. Seem to recall a train ride near Wells-By-Sea. Does that make sense or am I making that up? I think that's right. Of course, the added advantage of Big Youth coming along too tops it all.
Or is it called Wells-Next-The Sea? That would be better.
Stunning images, as were your shots in previous post. It's a long while since I've been to North Norfolk (yes it's Wells-Next-The-Sea isn't it?) but I spent many a family holiday in a caravan in Blakeney as a kid... beautiful. Sounds like it was right up your street (or track)!
Some great pics Swede.I find most things in life are worth the effort if there is the reward of a cold beer at the end. Hope you had a nice break...
SB. We dropped by Wells on our travels. It had a bit of a dip a few years ago and began to look a bit shabby, but it's definitely on the up again now. If you ever get back to the town, check out the old train station that's been converted to a pottery/used bookshop. Not the same train line as you're remembering though. That would be the Wells & Walsingham Light Railway.
Thanks C. You should get back up there. It's so quiet out of season and everywhere is so close once you're there. Everytime I looked up a prospective destination it seemed to be 8 miles away! It was the default distance.
Thanks Scott. We didn't need much incentive to get out and about, although the thought of a cold beer didn't do any harm when the shins began to burn!
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