Flat is a series of pieces on some trips I made into the heart of East Anglia with a little bit of music listening thrown in for good measure along the way. This is the sixth part of what will comprise seven posts and it covers my trip up into Norfolk to visit the quite rightly famous seaside town of Great Yarmouth.

Thought of going to Great Yarmouth, dunno why, someplace to go for a walk by the sea, somewhere different and another reason to take a ride into the big wide open of East Anglia. A few such journeys have already been written about – High ‘N’ Dry in South Suffolk, Port of Felixstowe – Port of Britain, Cromer, Return to Felixstowe – all of which were done back in June, and then there was Norfolk Shrine in September, an account of a trip to the pilgrimage village of Walsingham in yes, you’ve guessed it, Norfolk.

This was going to be another bit of open roadin’ East Anglia style, early October time now, and with the weather still so good as to be almost preposterous. Confess I do have dim memories of having been to Great Yarmouth once or twice before but that was many moons ago, a lifetime in fact, back in the days when my family lived in Beccles, Suffolk for a couple of years in the mid 70’s where dad was manager of the port of Lowestoft before he became port manager in Barry, South Wales and shifted us all down there. All of which has been written about in the Badlands of Beccles chapter of Golden Telescope, an account of the first 26 years of my life. From what I do remember of Great Yarmouth it had a massive rollercoaster on a seafront which went on for miles, plenty of seagulls, loads of amusement arcades and that is about it, apart from the fact there also seemed to be a lot of water close by, not just the North Sea, but the wide expanse of the Norfolk Broads which lay just behind and around it.

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