Cromer from Great Yarmouth is a mere 30 miles, as the crow flies, yet the terrain couldn’t be more different. While Gt Yarmouth tucks itself tight on a sandbank at the mouth of the one-time Great Estuary, all flatness, wide vistas and skies, Cromer balances precariously upon a rapidly eroding cliff.
Think I exaggerate?
Those cliffs are the seaward edge of the North Norfolk Ridge, a terminal moraine deposited by a retreating glacier. They form the highest part of Norfolk—the exact point being just north of Cromer, between East Runton and Felbrigg.
But back to cliffs. The schools regularly run trips out to this coast. Not only for the potential of finding fossils (the earliest human remains ever found in Britain came from this coast) but as a great place to study the geology.
So, having arrived at Cromer on the Saturday my feet were itching to walk the cliffs . . . early Sunday morning. We headed out south, to Mundesley.
And so we arrived in Mundesley . . . with the tide going out. Time to go hunt shells (something else abundant along the North Norfolk coast but generally lacking around Great Yarmouth).
But more than its tenacious encrustations, Mundesley is famed for its beach huts in their colourful arrays.
Although the beaches to either side of Cromer’s have shells aplenty, until a recent storm brought down more of Cromer’s cliff, Cromer’s beach had none. Now, though, it has incipient rock pools.
Talking of Cromer . . . well I did have to pass through it most days on my way out to elsewhere, so of course I took plenty of pics.
And Cromer wouldn’t be Cromer without its crabs and fishing boats . . .
Ironic, despite I live in a gull colony, and GY market place is alive with the birds every summer, it took this holiday round the coast at Cromer for me to actually capture some gulls on camera . . .
But not all our time was spent in Cromer. In fact, very little was. The reason my daughter and I booked accommodation here was to be closer to walks we wouldn’t normally be able to do from Yarmouth. Several days were spent inland. And we bused to Wells, westward along the coast. Our interest there was primarily the Iron-age camp at Warham but we completed the day by walking back to Wells along the coast path.
Wells sits almost at the end of the North Norfolk Ridge. Though it used to be an active port (even I remember seeing small ships pulling in there), for some time now it has been suffering the opposite from Cromer in coastal reshaping. Accretion. These days an extensive saltmarsh lies between harbour and sea—not the most exciting environment for a landscape photographer. Call it ‘challenging’.
I took mega-more photos than this. but I’m leaving them to another day. Some are architectural studies, both vernacular and stately; some of fungi, others of ducks; some are of rivers, some (as said above) of an Iron-Age fort once defended by the Iceni. I guess there’s enough to last me through the winter—by then I might have a decent camera instead of relying on the 5mp camera on my (old) phone.