My brother also likes the North Norfolk coast because he can walk and spend time reading. To really enjoy the experience he likes to be holed up in some remote shed. And the more dilapidated it is - the better he likes it.
Worrying for his sanity, I invited myself up last week for a catch up. This meant setting the sat nav for Gravel Cottages in Burnham Overy: a town so small that you've passed it, by the time you've said it.
To be fair it wasn't all bad; Chris had a nice open fire going and the cottage had two attractive, picture windows: one affording views of the town graveyard to the front and the other a tractor graveyard to the rear. Each to their own eh?
We didn't do a lot, but then we didn't plan to. By now our relationship is as comfy as a well worn shirt, so we chatted and had tea before we got "layered up" and headed out into Nelson country. Think of Compo and Clegg and you've got the picture.
From Chris's front door, we followed what was virtually a private path that opened up into a broad green trail, which in turn lead onto open countryside, where amazingly, we were caressed by those warm breezes that have been hanging around Norfolk for the last couple of months.
Later, tripping down Gong Lane, we had our first views of the sea and some beautiful homes. The paradox here was that nobody was home to enjoy the wind and the warmth because they were all out working to pay for the view. And hell yes I'd love one of those houses.
End of the trail brought us out at Burnham Overy Staithe and the Nelson pub. You know the sort of place: lots of light wood; too many people in corduroy who never give their gas bill a second thought; and fish and chips at £13 a go. Time for a rethink or a major fire.
Having reached optimum refreshment level we sauntered down to the harbour, hoping to see the sea: well, I'm calculating any water was at least three miles away. Never mind - following the coastal walk we admired the expensive cottages, all the while calculating which ones would flood first. Came to the conclusion that the whole area was doomed and that we were better off up a hill in Norwich.
All in all a fun outing and one I'd recommend, as long as you don't mind the smell - the smell of money that is.
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