Awesome morning in a lovely setting but another late start. Currently trying to stave off a dip in morale after a bit of a false finish around Hull. The problem started way back at Seaham really, when I started paddling for the finish line. Truly ridiculous behaviour but confounded by the poor weather around Flamborough and subsequent easing off the gas.
It was a great morning; flat water and the unexpected seal mecca at Blakeney Point. It’s a sin that I didnt get snaps but battery was flat. The seals mobbed me as I passed and the most keen amongst them followed for a good mile.
Not making any sort of decent mileage but enjoying the amber coloured cliffs and myriad of groynes, I pulled in at Sheringham. I picked up 3, then made a beeline for the Funky Mackerel, a trendy beachside cafe. Good flapjack, but unconvincing reception. I don’t think the guy was impressed at me waltzing in all soggy and sandy.
After a decent late afternoon stint, I was keen to get the most out of the day I tried to glean some local knowledge from a pair who were playing in the small surf on sit on tops. Whilst they knew of no campsites an hour or so ahead, they recommended their spot as a good one and reckoned a campsite to be up the steep hill and only 200 yards along. The campsite turned out to be a mission away and when I finally arrived it was £16 + £20 deposit. I’ll never know what the deposit was for and I never want to know. I dropped my boat with the sit on toppers then after returning from a quick pilgrimage, snapped up the offer of sleeping in Tony’s car.
Big up yourselves Tony and John.