Meanwhile, after almost a month of dry, sunny weather, Cromer reverted to type yesterday with a chilly squall. The wind and rain had eased up sufficiently by lunchtime for the Personal Fitness Trainer to take me out. Following Amy Charles’ advice that some serious beach walking would do wonders for my physique, I donned the crocs and headed down to the beach for the mile beach walk between Cromer and Overstrand, the next village to the eastward. Here is the beach, which, as you can see, is heaving with humanity.
And here’s the wintry sea.
I shucked my crocs and walked barefoot almost the whole way. The sea looked a lot colder than it was. The Personal Fitness Trainer was barefoot for the whole distance, but she’s a dog.
We got to Overstrand, and here are the crab pots to prove it.
Considered as podiatry, beach walking is fabulous – exfoliates those painful heel fissures like nothing else. I still have more of a catering pack than a six pack, but after that walk my legs ached so much I knew I was doing something right.