So, 5 hours and 20.500 steps later I can definitely confirm that our winter Sheringham coastal walk was done.
The good thing was that at the very last minute, while packing my suitcase, I decided to grab my merino wool jumper and an Aran wool scarf (with sheep faces all over, mind you): it was wise, as the gusty West winds that blew in our faces when we were walking to Sheringham were something else. Friends who knew me for quite a while were very well aware of my resistance to cold, but the fresh sea gale, even under the beaming sun, was persistently nippy.
We tried to take into account all possible incongruities, such as difficulties to wander around during high tide and such, yet it’s next to impossible to calculate everything: it turned out, our main hassle today was to avoid numerous rock formations with mini-streams inside: they tend to evaporate in summer, but in winter they remain intact, and one can take a bit of a detour to cross them in order to reach that pristine wet sand that looks like a mirror, but we finally succeeded.
The Ole Boys Groynes between West Runton and Sheringham are almost completely destroyed at this point: let’s hope they’ll be renovated with freshly sourced sturdy timber blocks.
But despite everything, the walk was divine and blissful, and I already want to do it again.
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