The Old Man And The Sea Defences

Righto …

Here are the final batch of photos from last Sunday's scenic mosey up my local stretch of the East Norfolk coast:

For the past few days we have witnessed the horrors of tourist-ville and the beauties of the Marrams and we have watched poor Happisburgh fall into the sea; today we'll just take a nice relaxing walk back along the beach.

This was the tenth of February.

The very depths of Winter.

And this was the raging, cruel North Sea.

Little wonder our local surf club was sitting disconsolately in their ramshackle hut-cum-café at Sea Palling, picking the fleas out of one another's dreadlocks (Listen up, dudes: white folk in dreadlocks? For fuck's sake! And perhaps you might like to try washing for a change) …

Actually none of them are local; they're mostly foghorn-voiced Australians with backpacks the size of Volkswagens and they're a friendly bunch; it's just that I've seen the state of the woman making the food in the surf shack and no WAY am I putting stuff in my mouth that's been within ten feet of her.
Eww …

These fishermen, on the other hand, were local.
They'd been here since Friday night and had caught fuck all, but they were happy as it got them away from their wives and kids every weekend; which must have made their wives and kids equally happy.
Perhaps they've found the secret of a happy marriage …
Perhaps not.

They certainly weren't catching any fish …

Here is Norfolk's answer to Japan's Torii Gate.
Boy, that sea was fucking cold!
If you head north from here you go straight to the North Pole without hitting any land. In fact the first land you hit is when you're going down the other side of the planet; a little bit of the Russian Kolyma Peninsula that almost joins up with Alaska, and there's only a few miles of that before it's sea again all the way down to Antarctica.
Brrr …

The skeleton remains of yet another attempt to save Happisburgh from its inevitable watery grave.

And more.
Either that or it's a primitive, local fertility symbol.
Is it just me? Or do those … er … never mind …

The Old Man And The Sea.

Or at least the wreckage of an old man standing amidst the wreckage of a village that's falling into the sea.

So … I'll be out and about, ambling around with my camera again soon.

Other than our Daily Photo Squad, most of you don't show us around your local areas.
I'm a nosy fucker, so get your cameras out and let's see where you live.