More North Norfolking

Our exploration of the area continued with a trip to Sheringham. The memories of it were those of an elderly (in both buildings and inhabitants), slightly elegant seaside town where the Victorians came to take the water. Some of that is still true - you can work out which bits. The local preservation society seem to put their blue plaques on the strangest of things: 

I guess that a German pilot who found his way across the North Sea in a 1915 aircraft armed only with a map and a primitive compass was happy to drop his bomb on the first town he saw, hoping he had enough fuel to get back. 

The crew had been convinced that Norfolk was pancake flat. So, she was horrified to have to climb this:

The good thing is that it gave lovely views back over the town and out to sea:

We needed some fuel for the car and a bit of shopping too so, despite knowing that the place was rather "downmarket" we made the short journey into Cromer. Sure enough, it was still more "kiss me quick hats and candyfloss" than Sheringham but it does sport a lovely church in the town center:

A late lunch, courtesy of a local cafe with this sign made us worry about the calorific content of their paninis:

Quite a nice wish though.

Out of kindness to Izzy, we took her back to the beach at Wells, so she could chase the ball, get all sandy again and bark to her heart's content. Our ears were less content:

A walk through the common area at Brancaster and then along the Norfolk cost path ensured that she was suitably muddy and a bath was much needed. Izzy was not in agreement but took it all rather well, keeping a careful eye on what we were up to:

She looks way smaller when wet.

We finished off our stay with another local walk, around the staithe area where local fishing boats old and new were moored / abandoned:

We had to be kind to the newly bathed dog once more too:

To give you an idea of how gentrified the area around Brancaster has become, the pub next door to the cottage we stayed in has this in their car park:

and for the poor people driving a Nissan Leaf or similar:

The rest of the area was for the Porsche, Aston Martin and Range Rover brigade. We did see one slightly down-market car in there. We think the cleaner had arrived.