The locals and the map makers obviously didn’t get on. The seaside resort of Cromer is pronounced Croomer. Hunstanton, Huns-ston. Cley Kl-eye. This is just a minor irritation.
So to Croomer. Budgens, the supermarket,
has a presence there. The locals wander around it in a daze. Pushing trolleys, looking for shopkeepers at the end of each row. I
bought some “modern” food. None of that post war austerity luncheon mechanically recovered meat for me!
Now we had a “nice” salad meal with Jolly Mollie. You know - like we normally eat these days. Pleasant, fresh, inventive, spicey….
The holiday weather sets in. A raw north easterly wind blows in of the sea.
I drive of to Wickmere to get some moody shots of the church. Successful ones too! I said moody shots - I mean taking photographs using 800 ISO print film. Sunny 16 rule. Pah! Murky 2.8 rule.
Looking up Sunny 16 on a web search engine may be interesting. Ignore what you read there.
Sunny 16 is a rule of thumb used by photographers. The rule states that a sunny scene can be exposed with an aperture of f16 with a shutter speed set to the reciprocal of the film speed.
Get used to single track working – the unclassified roads are narrow! Norfolk County Council Transport (road signage division) has a policy of misdirecting traffic so car drivers avoid small villages. This just makes the roads more congested with tourists like me trying to find small villages.
Time for another whinge: Land–owners sapping villages. It’s mediaeval. Although
everyone we met was cheerful – other than those looking for the shopkeepers at Budgens.
Investigate eating-place for Jolly Mollie. (Criteria: car park near the entrance, a short walk – no steps..)
The evening sees us at the Crown Inn in Sheringham. This pub is near the edge of the cliff in the town. The weather has now deteriorated to a gale. The high seas are spectacular. “Awesome!”
exclaims Jolly Mollie. The pub is well insulated from the wind – and a couple of crab salads were served. IPA fine!