And, of course, the surfers: no matter the weather, they go surfing in the mornings and afternoons, and their predicament (or good fortune?) constantly leaves the viewers (including yours truly) in awe. I don’t think they even feel the cold of the sea water (I highly doubt their neoprene suits are that protective against the temperatures), but adrenaline helps, I guess.
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There was a print on the Pier made of an early Victorian painting (circa 1837): you can see the East cliffs with a few fishermen’s huts on them, the silhouette of a freshly built Lighthouse (the Cromer Ridge) and the old jetty, which in a few decades would transform into the Pier. The space looked almost empty: the main thing that caught your attention was the fishing boats with light smoke above them: the steam era, the first stage of the Industrial revolution, had just begun. In a decade there would be a railway line going from Norwich to Cromer, Sheringham and Holt, and the landscape will have been changed forever.
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