Introduction
On the Tuesday we continued walking from just a little further east than the point we'd ended at the day before. We began at a small town called Blakeney.
Blakeney Church
The church was right by the bus stop, so we went there first. It was huge and impressive; apparently this area used to be rich from the wool trade. (We saw plenty of cows but hardly any sheep; I guess times have changed, maybe you get more subsidy for cows.)
Blakeney
There were quite a few tourists (apart from us) around the waterfront area. Nice ice cream, too.
As well, there's an old ruined building called the Guildhall; you can walk inside the lowest floor, the rest having been destroyed. I can't remember the full details of the building's history and I'm not sure they know either, but they're certain of one thing: it wasn't a guildhall. Ho hum.
Blakeney to Cley
A short (three mile) path lead an extremely long way around to the next town of Cley, which is not pronounced Cley but Clee. Mostly it followed the bank of a river whose name I can't remember (we could call it Lethe, I suppose, but... nah).
Cley to Sheringham
After going into Cley the path led straight back out on the other bank of the river, eventually reaching a beach that featured not only a cafe but also a second-hand books stall. Hm.
From there we pretty much walked along the coast all the way to Sheringham, most of it along a large bank of shingle that had been set up as a sea defence.
As we neared Sheringham, the path took us up onto the clifftop. A sign warned that these were unsafe cliffs and nobody should go near the edge - has anyone ever seen a sign telling you that a place has safe cliffs and you should feel free to lean over?
