I feel like I'm at a loose end, despite having various things to do.  Probably because I have various things to do, actually - I can't muster up the enthusiasm to do any of them.  And I've felt this way since before hearing the sad news that we've lost LẌ (which has only made me feel more "meh").
 So, forgetting everything else and going against my not-really-a-New-Year's-resolution to NOT clutter up the blog with meaningless photo-posts when I've got shit-all else to post about, I've flicked through the few photos I've taken so far this year, and plopped the "best" ones up here.  They're of the same old subject matter that I've subjected you to a thousand times before, so don't expect anything to write home about.

1st January: The first day of 2020 finds the cliff sacrificing itself to replenish the beach again just past the End-of-the-Line (and Camera reminding me to clean its lens...).


3rd January: A cleaned Camera lens later allows for a clear sunset and moon shot.

 You know it's going to be a Wonderful Winterval when you get a pre-Christmas shag!

 Shags for everyone!!



 OK.  So its a Cormorant...

The pre-Christmas shag seems an awfully long way off.  Cormorant, I mean.  Le sigh...

Vos Endurance (because Vos Gorgeous is still living it up near Trinidad & Tobago)

 I thought it was about time we had another End-of-the-Line update, considering that the last one was nearly two months ago (plus, this will get rid of another draft post that's been languishing since 18th August).  Aside from the rapidly disappearing End-of-the-Line, the local geography/geology seems to be getting back to normal thanks to the high tides and rough seas scouring away the fallen cliff detritus.

 This is a photo-heavy post so, like the last one, I'm not going to be doing much talking.

From 10th August:

 Before I get around to writing up my trials before the Gingerbread Board, here are some photos from last weekend's foray onto the beach. Back when the skies were clear...

 The first lot, with the pink sky and Moon, are from Saturday, while the second lot with the blue sky and seagulls are from Sunday.

A distant Cromer Pier

Overstrand beach huts with the Moon over Sidestrand

Just ignore Cutie-Pie up there (last seen here) - she's trying to lull you into a false sense of security

 Beyond the End-of-the-Line, past the Kingdom of the Crab People and the Chalk Rafts of Verstrandt, and even further on than the final stop of the NightShip, lies a realm where science is scorned, magic is an annoyance, and reality is something that happens to other people.

 Yes!  Join me on yesterday's journey to the Other-End-of-the-Line!

What is this trickery?  A cliff face and its mini-me?  It can only occur beyond...

… the End-of-the Line!

 After returning from work on Tuesday, a vexing evening was had dealing with administrative matters instigated by The Father on my behalf without my knowledge!  A smidgen of joy was squeezed out of the whole situation when I launched into my "Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary" act, causing The Father to huff and puff a lot, as well as swear under his breath.  Result!
 Anyway, once the minor dramatics were over, I flounced* off down to the beach to relax and take some photos of the sunset.  Except I was thwarted due to the clouds congregating on the horizon... 

Cromer Pier in the distance

A hazy Vos Gorgeous

 Once in a blue moon, the North Sea off the North Norfolk coast becomes so warm and crystal clear, that it attracts a certain cryptid lifeform to its inviting waters.
 Unfortunately, I didn't realise that today was one of those "blue moon days", and popped down to the beach here in Overstrand for a late-afternoon dip.
 Things were going swimmingly until a sudden chill alerted me that something wasn't quite right...

Half past five and all's well

Groynes extend into the startlingly clear sea

The view from behind Château DeVice

 I wasn't going to, but I couldn't help myselves...  I've unleashed another copious load of spume!

 The sheltered gardens of Château DeVice were far too hot to potter about in yesterday morning, so I took a walk Ministry of Funny Walks hobble (bloody sciatica) down to the promenade to cool off in the East wind.  It was surprisingly rough down there...

The seemingly ever present Vos Gorgeous keeping an eye on proceedings (the Vos Trader was out there somewhere, too)

The Triffids were enjoying the breeze, too

Once down on the prom, cooling down wasn't a problem

The Vos Gorgeous looking, um... gorgeous?

 I don't know about the rest of the country (Ms Scarlet? Jon? Hound? Mitzi?), but North Norfolk has continued to enjoy normal weather for the time of year since that dratted snow departed at the beginning of the month.  With an unexpected, but welcome, lull in duties, obligations, and chores, I took to the beach on Sunday afternoon and came back with the following photos:

Looking West - back the way I came - to Overstrand Beach

And looking East to Sidestrand Beach

  Because I didn't have time to post these before the New Year...

Boxing Day:

You should all know the Vos Gorgeous by now...

... but the Highland Knight is a relative newcomer.

 Firstly: Happy New Year everyone!

  A few photos of Overstrand beach from the 23rd:

Oof!  Focus. Focus!

  The following photos were taken on Saturday afternoon as I walked in to Cromer along the beach.  I needed some fresh air and exercise after eating almost my own body weight of "beige food" at work on Friday (we had a buffet for someone's leaving do, which was placed on the empty desk next to me!), and spending most of Saturday morning dealing with sisters and their various offspring.
  I decided to go to Cromer to see if I could find a suitable prize for Savvy's Tin Foil Hat win (I did say I'd send the prize "whenever I can be bothered", remember?).
  Anyway.  Photos: 

The offshore supply ships Vos Grace and Vos Gorgeous. I've never seen them together like this before.

I'm sure that cloud is nothing to worry about, girls...

Overstrand beach with Cromer Pier in the distance