Early September, before the weather got too cold, James and I took a trip to Sheringham on the Norfolk coast. In my time at UEA, I didn’t make it to the coast and this was one of my many regrets. So we woke up early one sunny Friday morning and hopped on the train to wipe away this regret!
I had been to Bournemouth during a high school band exchange, but this was my only previous experience of British seaside. It’s quite a unique thing. It was so kitschy and so colorful. For a coastline that probably never has waters warm enough to enjoy swimming, Sheringham really manages to make the most out of the fact that it is on the sea. It was full of kitschy little shops filled with painted wooden lighthouses and “Gone fishing” signs. Unlike the Texas coastal towns, however, it all seemed so clean and quaint. It was a busy town, but relaxed. People seemed to come to Sheringham to look at the ocean, go on walks, and mostly eat ice cream rather than get drunk and wear tiny bikinis, as is usually the case on the Texas coastline. It’s also home to a heritage steam railway line and a museum that celebrates its lifeboating, fishing, and coastal history.
I was blown away by these little huts below. James informs me that people own/rent them and keep all their seaside equipment in them. From the ones we saw that were open, ‘seaside equipment’ can range from kayaks and surf boards to kettles and kitchenettes. They are adorable in any case.
James and I walked all through the tiny town and had an absolutely delicious lunch at a pub called The Windham Arms. As you can see, I cheated on my food allergies, but sometimes it’s just unavoidable. I mean, look at how delicious that looks!
We spent the rest of the day walking along the coast. Sheringham has a really lovely coastline that seems to go on forever. The summer was starting to end so there weren’t many people at the beach, and we had a nice long stretch all to ourselves. We also discovered that if you toss the small rocks on the beach against the other rocks, they’ll endlessly bounce around off each other, and make a very pleasing clinking sound. We did this (I should say I did this) for at least an hour.
Channeling his childhood vacations, James did not want to come out of the freezing water.
But in the end, he had to and we had to return to Norwich. It was a really nice little day trip. We don’t have a car, so we are limited in the places we can visit around Norfolk, but Sheringham did the job splendidly.