Norfolk Coast 2 East along the coast from Wells-next-the-Sea brought us to a portion of the Norfolk Coastal Path as it passed the once busy seaport of Cley-next-the-Sea, reduced today to a quaint village separated from the sea by salt marshes and reclaimed land. Further along, the seaside town of Sheringham surprised us with its bustling High Street, busy even on a weekday. The beach below the seawall promenade was shingle, but low tide exposed a broad sandy flat between the groins used to control longshore drift. The last full day of our trip, we toured inland to the village of Little Walsingham on our way to Heathrow Airport, London. It was a marked contrast to the bustling seaside town of Sheringham. The site of one of Europe’s major pilgrimages in medieval times, its abbey was destroyed during the dissolution. Pilgrimages resumed in the late 1800s and today both Anglicans and Catholics make pilgrimages to Walsingham where the shops do a good trade in religious statuary and ornaments. Little was left of the priory, but a small museum provided interesting historical background, the grounds were well maintained, and the remains of the destroyed abbey made grand lawn ornaments. We had enjoyed all but one of our cottages and flats and had booked a room and kitchen near the airport, five minutes from where we needed to return our car before departure. After three months of well appointed, comfortable accommodation, in often stunning locations, our room was a bit of a let down. First the cleaning lady had to organize a car shuffle among the residents so that we could park, the view from our room was of a rubbish tip, our kitchen turned out to be a stuffy, shared, ill- equipped side-room, and we were not allowed to open windows or doors to freshen our hot, oppressively close, stale room. After a barely adequate dinner at a local pub, we discovered Netflix on the TV and diverted ourselves watching a drama series. We rose early and tried to finish watching the series but had to leave for the airport before seeing the conclusion.
A Sense of Place:  Travel, Photography, and Photo-art
by David E. Moon
© David E. Moon, 2018  All rights reserved
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Norfolk Coast 2 East along the coast from Wells-next-the-Sea brought us to a portion of the Norfolk Coastal Path as it passed the once busy seaport of Cley- next-the-Sea, reduced today to a quaint village separated from the sea by salt marshes and reclaimed land. Further along, the seaside town of Sheringham surprised us with its bustling High Street, busy even on a weekday. The beach below the seawall promenade was shingle, but low tide exposed a broad sandy flat between the groins used to control longshore drift. The last full day of our trip, we toured inland to the village of Little Walsingham on our way to Heathrow Airport, London. It was a marked contrast to the bustling seaside town of Sheringham. The site of one of Europe’s major pilgrimages in medieval times, its abbey was destroyed during the dissolution. Pilgrimages resumed in the late 1800s and today both Anglicans and Catholics make pilgrimages to Walsingham where the shops do a good trade in religious statuary and ornaments. Little was left of the priory, but a small museum provided interesting historical background, the grounds were well maintained, and the remains of the destroyed abbey made grand lawn ornaments. We had enjoyed all but one of our cottages and flats and had booked a room and kitchen near the airport, five minutes from where we needed to return our car before departure. After three months of well appointed, comfortable accommodation, in often stunning locations, our room was a bit of a let down. First the cleaning lady had to organize a car shuffle among the residents so that we could park, the view from our room was of a rubbish tip, our kitchen turned out to be a stuffy, shared, ill-equipped side-room, and we were not allowed to open windows or doors to freshen our hot, oppressively close, stale room. After a barely adequate dinner at a local pub, we discovered Netflix on the TV and diverted ourselves watching a drama series. We rose early and tried to finish watching the series but had to leave for the airport before seeing the conclusion.
A Sense of Place:  Travel, Photography, and Photo-art
© David E. Moon, 2014  All rights reserved
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