The other day, Dinahmow had sent me a photograph of the beach between Overstrand and Cromer, taken in the evening of 11th May, with a solitary someone on the sands. She asked if it was me, but it was not, I replied, as I'm more of a morning beach walker than an evening one.*
It did, however, prompt me to drag myselves down there on Thursday evening, from whence the following photos came from.
I did not, however, have the beach to myself. Rather inconsiderately, a large group of youths (with a handful of supervising adults) were congregated at the foot of the cliffs getting up to who knows what, and making a din about it. I tried not to get any of them in shot, but if you squint at the bottom left of the photo below, one can just about make out the fuzzy, indistinct silhouette of a youth clambering over the curved revetment. Ruining the photograph. Ruining everything!!!
|I got wet taking this one!|
* I think this was the last time I was down on the beach in the evening. Although, this time afforded better skies.