It is said that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Last night’s three pints of Adnam’s Old Ale didn’t finish me off – and neither did this morning’s hangover cure, a restorative and somewhat exfoliative march along the beach. The pints were quaffed last night at the pub in the company of my friends and fellow Norwich City supporters Messrs. M. P. and S. D. of Cromer (it was Mr S. D. who suggested the hangover cure). Now, Mr S. D. is a reporter who works out of the Cromer office of the Eastern Daily Press. If anyone knows where the bodies are buried, it is he. Being a journalist of the old school, he reads
everything that passes under his nose, and lets nothing escape him. He was thus intrigued to receive a book entitled A Dictionary of Cromer and Overstrand History from local publishers Poppyland Publishing, and he brought it along to the pub for me and Mr M. P. to scrutinize, which we did with an intense scrute. This book is a plundersome toybox of interesting facts about this town. Every nook and corner has a history, every building tells a story. I wish I’d had this book to hand, or possibly foot, when I was writing my now-notorious schlockfest By The Sea, in which I do for North Norfolk what Stephen King did for Maine. Notwithstanding inasmuch as which, Mr S. D. was surprised and mildly narked to find that I was listed under Cromer writers, for all that I’ve been a local for a mere four years, while he’s been slaving away since Cromer was called Shipden. The book doesn’t explicitly mention By The Sea, though. Perhaps they’re saving it for a second edition.
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... is a long way away from anywhere, and if I were you, I shouldn't start from here. By the time you get to the outskirts of Cromer, any distinctions between science, beachcombing, social commentary, writing and animal husbandry have started to blur. When the process is complete, you know you've arrived at the End Of The Pier Show. So, welcome. Find somewhere to park your unicycle. Pull up agirrafechair. Make yourself comfortable.-



When my artist father retired and moved with my mother across the country to Salida, Colorado (population 5,433), he entered some work into the local art show and took Best-Of-Show. Apparently some of the local favorites were a bit miffed, but the rest of the town promptly embraced him as “one of them”.
When one moves to a place like Cromer, the worry is that you’ll be seen as a ‘furriner’, like, forever. But what I’ve found is that what the locals don’t like is people buying houses to let as holiday cottages. What the locals much prefer is people buying places to live in with the intention of becoming part of the community. This applies especially to the rougher end of Cromer (where the Maison des Girrafes is located) which has a greater density of real people in it than some of the posher parts. Sure, it has its rough edges, but don’t think I’ve lived anywhere that’s quite so neighbourly or welcoming.