A busy month – two funerals, flu and covid jabs, dentist and optician appointments, a car breakdown followed by scrapping and replacing the car. For a change of scenery we made a last-minute decision to visit the Norfolk town of Wells-Next-The-Sea. We always planned to travel there by public transport which took over 6 hours, involving a train, tube, two more trains and a bus!
A Monday to Friday stay in a rented house gave us three full days to explore and get in a couple of decent length walks. Wells-Next-The-Sea is a charming fishing and holiday town with magnificent sands (when the tide is out).
We managed long walks on two of the three days. The first day was sunny as we walked westwards from Wells to Holkham, catching a bus back to Wells. The second day was extremely windy and we caught the bus to Blakeney, walking eastwards to Cley before catching the bus back.
On the third day it rained but we were still able to revisit the magnificent sandy beach.
Fish and chips in the evening!
We’re back at Eastbourne and our walk took us on a gentle climb along the lower level of the hill before a steep climb to the top. We’re hoping the weather stays fine for more cliff top walks. Today there were many paragliders, making for some rather nice images.
On a sunny and windy morning, two more images of Eastbourne beach, taken from the pier.
Ten miles down the coast from Eastbourne is Seaford. I’ve never been a fan of Seaford but we were looking for somewhere to drive that was not too distant. There was a gale strong enough to blow us away so we headed briskly towards the inviting cliffs. There are some rather colourful beach huts on the promenade and a lot of activity as large trucks redistributed shingle from the end of the beach to further up. I didn’t envy the digger working so close to the water’s edge as the gale did its best to wash it away!
What a wonderfully, windy morning it was as we walked the long promenade towards the Beachy Head cliffs. These images give no sense of the violence as the waves crashed in and the wind blew a gale. On our return walk, with the wind now behind us, the sun briefly came out. In the town there were plenty of people shopping, and a solitary, heavily armed policeman protecting us (but from what?).
We weren’t expecting to be on holiday, but things change, and here we are in windy Eastbourne. There was torrential rain all the way down though we saw the sun for about 2 minutes once we’d arrived. Hopefully we can expect some improvement during our stay. Our incompetent prime minister is shortly to announce a national lock-down. How this will affect our week remains to be seen. Watch this blog!
Some shots from a trip to Bergen in 20012.