Sunset Strip

Sheringham is made for sunsets.
Being more sheltered than Cromer,
and positioned slightly around the corner,
means that it is often less windy than its neighbour.

Sheringham also has the advantage of not having cliffs separating prom from town.
In Cromer, you have to physically decide to descend to beach level.
Whereas in Sheringham, wander throught a gap between some buildings
and suddenly you are there, facing the sea, stones, sand and sunset.

The sea front at Sheringham is also enhanced with various murals that the KHT likes to interact with.

We ambled along,
 pausing to sit here,
or stand and watch the silent retreat of the sun.
Left behind
by the world in its ever turning trajectory.





There is always something to take the attention.

As we wandered we noticed people perched
apparently in the perfect position
to watch the sunset -
on benches or walls they sat.
Some enjoying lively conversations -
eager to put the world to rights
before the last of the day is stolen away.
Others enjoy private silent contemplation,
seemingly at peace with the world.






We returned to the campsite to witness a large flock of birds
noisily descend upon the adjacent copse,
squawking and bickering in raucous tones,
like fractious children who have been cooped up too long.
Having shared their views, they fall silent.
Not bothered by getting the last word.
They have spoken and that is sufficient.

Birds can be wise.