A final photo selection from our foray into Norfolk
In Blakeney narrow streets, from an era when boats ruled the world not motorcars,
And when catching the tide was more important than catching the bus.
A rather fetching wall plaque, with a meandering hollyhock, it has a art deco vibe, do you think?
The admirable 14th century craftsmanship of the ribbed brick vaulting in Blakeney Guildhall
Some very pretty little costal flowers,can anyone tell me what they are?
Then off down the coast to Cromer
The sort of seaside vista, familiar from my childhood*
Although it was always the west coast, Lytham St Annes and Fleetwood for my family, but never Blackpool, considered too vulgar… even in the 1960’s
Time for home.
*Although I always hankered for a seaside holiday with rock pools, so I could complete my I Spy the Seashore book.