We returned to London on Sunday and today life resumed its usual pattern. Very soon it will feel almost as though we have not been away but we have been away and very enjoyable it was too.
We spent some time in Great Yarmouth but also travelled around the region, alternating “bus days” and “train days”, the latter thanks to our rover train tickets that gave us three days of unlimited travel all over the region.
I will write up our trip in more detail, together with photographs, as soon as I can though this will take a while.
This morning I went to Chingford to fetch Freya home from the cattery. She seems none the worse for her holiday but is very noisy as she always is when she returns from the cattery. I don’t know why this is. If she follows her usual pattern she will soon quieten down again, though she is always a rather vocal cat.
Great Yarmouth struck me as a somewhat strange town. It has the feeling of a seaside resort whose heyday has passed. The big sandy beach and the seaside attractions were virtually deserted despite the fine weather. The town seemed lively enough at times but the activity had a certain aimless character to it.
Logistically, it suffers from being at the end of a branch line, meaning that to go anywhere, you generally have to go first to Norwich and the trains are not all that frequent. For people who like travelling around, it would make more sense to stay in Norwich. But if you hanker for a very quiet seaside town where you can sit on the beach and take a spin on the fairground rides, Great Yarmouth might be your kind of place.