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Sep 14
Day 12 – Walcott to Waxham
Norfolk’s coastal path has to be one of the great triumphs of nature in the UK. We walked along with the sea churning for six glorious miles today. What is astonishing is that these wondrous beaches are more or less deserted. Miles of glorious sand – and litter-free- and rolling waves. Why don’t holidaymakers follow …
Sep 13
Day 11 – Overstrand to Walcott
Waddle We Do about it? There they were, as we were striding along the Norfolk Coast Path, two obese parents waddling along with two small children equally plump. What a tragedy! Tony Blair’s present views on our obesity problems are spot on. Over the last decade of our walks, Jane and I have watched with …
Sep 12
Day 10 – Weybourne to Overstrand
“A robin redbreast in a cage puts all of Heaven in a rage,” wrote William Blake in 1803 in his famous “Auguries of innocence”. No one can know what he might have written in disgust at seeing dogs being walked on empty beaches or fields on leads! Of course, dogs should be restrained near a …
Sep 11
Day 9 – Blakeney to Weybourne
After so many years, Jane and I are experts in our style of walking. We know all there is to know, and I say this without conceit. After nigh on 3000 miles, we just know, and if we didn’t by this time, we would be really very stupid! First, we know the limits of how …
Sep 10
Day 8 – Rest Day
Tennessee Williams coined the phrase “The kindness of strangers,” and never was it more appropriate than in our Norfolk walk. We never use the names of those who offer us hospitality, for few want that sort of publicity and anyway, by the time we have stated that X and Y are wonderful, what on earth …
Sep 09
Day 7 – Wells-next-the-Sea to Blakeney
Roughly halfway house, and we’ve burned a few pounds from our easy living! The faint muscle stiffness has abated and we are swinging along with renewed confidence as each mile passes us by. About a year ago, I had an operation on my left foot, and I worried whether the foot would survive the inevitable …
Sep 08
Day 6 – Burnham Overy Staithe to Wells-next-the-Sea
Overarching mist the colour of a tramp’s vest. At my minute, I expected Magwitch to spring out at Pip from behind an ancient tombstone. Miles of glorious galloping beach and I thought of our horse Prince Panache, born in our old stables a generation ago. For ZANE donors interested in this sort of thing, prepare …
Sep 07
Day 5 – Thornham to Burnham Overy
Here we are two old gits, not two pounds of us hanging straight, minute figures wandering along the Norfolk coast under a vast pale blue canopy of sky. What a wonderful world and what a privilege to be alive at this hour. God Save the King! It’s inevitable in our free society that republicans are …
Sep 06
Day 4 – Holme-next-the-Sea to Thornham
Walking on the beach at Hunstanton, we found ourselves compelled to look at naked UK swimmers. One tanned man in a thong – Jane, avert your eyes! – and, flexing his muscles, looked rather like a condom stuffed with conkers. Then I saw myself in a window, my hat askew, a blob of ice cream …
Sep 05
Day 3 – Great Bircham to Holme-next-the-Sea
In last year’s commentary, I listed the five regrets of the dying. The one that generated the most reader comments was, “When you wake do you think it just another boring day or are you full of wonder that we are still alive in this wondrous world?” Here I am on a beautiful day, contemplating …