Visiting Cromer in winter was an impromptu decision, growing and building up in us throughout the bleakest of Januaries I’ve remembered: we both felt overwhelmed with multiple issues, and going to the seaside became our ideé fixe. Once we figured out the actual logistics (certain tasks connected to work could be either postponed a bit or put aside), we started thinking about the practical things—where to stay (our beloved Virginia Court is closed for the entire winter season) and what to do, as the tide schedule, albeit almost the same, has its own peculiarities this time of the year.
Since it’s an official “off season,” there’s not so much choice in terms of where to stay yet it certainly exists (note to ourselves: there might be more than one option out there in the future). We booked an old Victorian hotel on the West side of the Promenade (the opposite end of town from Virginia Court and The Gangway): it’s half empty and its residents are mostly quiet old folks, which I highly appreciate.
Of course, I myself am feeling like Professor Parkins who arrived to the Globe Inn in Burnstow: the time and place seem to be familiar.
The weather amazed us: we didn’t expect much and gave up checking the forecast every other hour. It was beautiful—the bright sea, the crisp air, the beaming sun, the everything. Et in Arcadia Ego.
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