Sea Palling

After the sunny and breezy trip to Happisburgh, we all headed off for a well-earned bacon sandwich (or equivalent) at a wonderful cafe in Sea Palling.  I couldn't resist the scene opposite our table, where a rather beautiful Lakeland Terrier was showing the kind patience and - let's face it - unjustified optimism for which all dogs are famous.

Sea Palling itself is rather bleak backwater, and is one of the areas on the Norfolk coast which was devastated by the floods of 1953.  The cafe had lots of fascinating pictures on its walls, some of which can be seen in the picture above.

The desolation of the place seemed to call for the same gritty treatment which I gave to West Kirby a few weeks ago.  Like it or loathe it, this processing demonstrates what Sea Palling "felt" like to me.

Braving the conditions were a couple learning the ancient art of kite surfing on the beach.  Very impressive and exhilarating, even for an observer.  As can be seen, the wind was such that it was sometimes difficult to remain earth-bound.  The lady, in particular, had to be held down in order to avoid being carried out to sea!