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Today we arrived back in London after our annual jaunt to Scotland. Here are the postcards I painted in Orkney, plus one special one from Yorkshire.


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If you’re British there’s a good chance you’re smiling at the title of this post, but if you’re baffled then click here for an explanation of the term.

I went for a little seaside break this week, with the empasis on little.  I arrived in Sheringham at lunchtime on Sunday and was back in London on Wednesday evening.  However, although it was a short break it was much needed and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

See the white building on the cliff?  I was staying there!

I was lucky enough to be staying in an apartment overlooking the beach (courtesy of my friend Andy, who normally lets the place to holidaymakers), and it is wonderful to wake up and fall asleep to the sound of the waves.  Balm for the soul, and particularly blissful as I didn’t have to share it with anyone because I was on holiday by myself (I highly recommend this, I think everyone needs some time alone).

I did some adventuring, walking from Sheringham to Cromer on Monday.  I walked along the beach on my way to Cromer, and along the cliff top on the way back, and my goodness I was exhausted by the end of the day!

See that big hill in the distance?

Yeah, that one.  It was hellish to climb…

but worth it for the view, and from there it was downhill back to Sheringham.

I also took a journey on the Poppy Line, which was fantastic fun.  I rode the steam train from Sheringham to Holt and back, and I felt like a kid on an adventure.

There is something magical about taking a trip on an old steam engine (it was my first time), seeing the steam billowing past the windows, and hearing the whistle blow.

The stations along the Poppy Line have been refurbished beautifully and are in keeping with the vintage style, from the stacks of luggage on the platforms to a random soldier waiting for the train.

Another first for me was building a sandcastle.  Yes, I am 31 years old and this is the first time I’ve ever attempted it.  I know, I clearly led a deprived childhood.  It has to be said that my sandcastle wasn’t entirely successful (I think I needed to use damper sand…)

Ah well, better luck next time!  That’s about it from my trip as I didn’t take many photos, but I’ll leave you with this notice which I spotted in a window in Holt…

Normal for Norfolk…

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