Written in retrospect
We set off for Norfolk at about midday on Sunday. The drive took about 3 hours and although the skies looked ominously grey, we only had a couple of showers on the way.
We found the airbnb cottage and settled in. It was the first in a row of dinky, flint cottages and although small, was enough for me, Mr P and the whippet. The walls were whitewashed and the paintwork verdigris. There may have been a few too many cheesy affirmations on the walls and coasters for my liking but that’s just personal preference. It was in a great location right in the heart of Sheringham but as it was down a private drive, it was very quiet and peaceful. Sheringham is a small, quaint town – very pretty with a good selection of independent shops and coffee bars as well as the usual arcades and ‘tat’ shops you’d expect to find at a British seaside resort.
We decided to take a meander to the seafront, breathing in the briny ozone as we watched the sea and listened as it rushed across the shingle beach before locating the nearest pub – The Two Lifeguards – and having dinner. The menu was quite varied – mainly pub classics. I chose the veggie bangers and mash which was simple but hearty – the bangers were packed with vegetables, the mash nice and cheesy and the veggie accompaniments (cauliflower, broccoli and carrots) were simply cooked but well seasoned. Mr P had two starters – a selection of deep-fried, breaded fish and breaded brie so, basically, lots of breaded, deep-fried stuff.
We were in town primarily to see my mates, Mr O and Miss W. They text us to say they were at their local, The Wyndham Arms, so we headed down there. This is a lovely, old-school pub – basically, just a square room with a few tables, a pool table and a jukebox and, refreshingly, no bloody Sky Sports which I think is a bonus. We spent the night drinking, playing pool and being introduced to Mr O and Miss W’s mates. – they seemed to know everyone which I suppose is normal for a small town and everyone was friendly. Norfolk is also notoriously dog-friendly – every cafe and even some of the shops advertised the fact that they welcomed dogs and there were water bowls provided everywhere. After the sad news that morning of the passing of Chas Hodges from Chas n’ Dave, many of their hits were blasted out of the jukebox and after we decided to forego the boxing, we wound our way back to the cottage with plans to take a drive out to nearby Well-Next-The-Sea the following day.