This surely had to be our last ‘summer’ day we thought. Better make the most of it, get out and enjoy the sunshine in our shorts. Would this be the last warm day of 2018?
This is a brief description of our walk with several photos.
Cromer to Cley (pronounced Cly), Saturday 13th October 2018 – 12 miles
We set off walking at 9:40 and, sheltered from the strong southerly wind, strode out on the stoney beach below the sandy cliffs between Cromer and West Runton.
The tide was high and way up the beach in places. Timing was everything at this point as we skipped around this corner. Pleased to say we continued with dry feet!
At West Runton beach we approached a tractor about to drag a small fishing boat from the sea. This is a common procedure in this neck of the woods with an assortment of rusting tractors on the jetty always ready for action.
The fishing is most likely for crab or lobster – though apparently this summer has been tough time for crab fishermen – apparently the warm weather wasn’t good for them. As we passed by the tractor appeared to get stuck and there was lots of tyre spinning. We didn’t stop to find out what happened next.
Up on the cliff we headed to Beeston Bump – often mistaken for Norfolks highest point. The highest point in Norfolk is actually just a little way inland – Beacon Hill. Don’t get too excited though it’s only 338 feet ! Beeston is just a tiny hill but it does make you puff all the same.
Coffee at Sheringham is quite commonplace for us now, when it’s sunny this is the perfect place to stop. Then we were off again passing murals on the sea defences/sea wall and up above the beach to an old fashioned boating lake before the coast watch on a hill alongside the golf course.
Usually we would head into Sheringham Park from here but we continued along the coastal path to Weybourne beach, looking for a bench for lunch. The photo below shows just how fragile this coastline is.
We stopped to chat to a Polish guy who had converted his Ford van to a camper parked next to the beach. We can’t resist but chat to people who have done this to gather ideas for future plans.
Lunch on the beach for us as no bench was found.
Walking again we soon reached ‘the shingle’. On tiring legs there is nothing quite like the joy of walking on it. I’m joking of course. We tried to take our mind off it by admiring the village of Salthouse to our left.
The shingle, unfortunately, goes on and on all the way to Cley beach so we just kept our heads down and crunched our way through it. Me scampering from side to side looking for a better path, Tim continuing in a straight line. Eventually we made it, and, after emptying our boots we loved the hard surface of the footpath that took us all the way into the village.
Here we enjoyed a jolly nice cup of tea with a lovely view over the Cley marsh before catching the coastal hopper bus back to Cromer.
We have stopped here a few times now and would highly recommend this cafe. Here’s a link to its website.
it was a glorious walk and the buses along the coast here run every half hour. Give it a try if you are up this way.