You know next to nothing about weather volatility if you’ve never visited the eastern seaside (North Norfolk and such): only yesterday we were climbing the cliffs to the Lighthouse under the beaming sun, and today it feels like the sunny days are forever gone: it’s blustery, and greyish, and everything smells with sea or seaweed.
That’s why our initial plan to get fish’ n’ chips at the oldest local chippie, Mary Jane’s (after all these years of visiting Cromer I *still* haven’t managed to get a thing from them) in order to eat it on a bench out of the paper, like everyone else, failed: even the gulls wouldn’t be fast enough to fetch them out of your hands, as the wind got stronger with each minute. I also felt a touch of disappointment, as we were left with our second—“safe”— option, which was Number 1, the chippy-rival of Mary Janes’s, absolutely despised by the locals (you can see the humbling leaflets all over the benches on the Promenade, saying that “Number 1 visitors are NOT welcome to sit here!”—a tad emotional, but quite understandable). It’s regarded as “posh” and “silly”.
Yet Number 1’s cod with chips was divine: they simply can’t help it, alas!
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