One of the characters in Jane Austen’s Emma, first published in 1816, says;” Perry was a week in Cromer once, and he holds it to be the best of all the sea-bathing places, A fine open sea, he says, and very pure air”.
I stood on the headlands watching man and machine in the old quest for a straight furrow.
I have read, met and interviewed a cavalcade of outstanding East Anglian writers over a busy career as journalist, broadcaster and lover of good books.
I see and hear the queue getting longer by the hour for those determined to make it a good old winter of discontent just as November beckons and it really does get late earlier.
An old chum with a neat turn of phrase but absolutely no respect for his elders and betters describes me as “about as upwardly mobile as an outing to Grimes Graves”.
This basic but bountiful business of simple communication is now far too complicated and confused despite a vast array of helpful tools lined up to help along our information highway.
One of the harshest verdicts on newcomers’ behaviour on being afforded a hearty welcome to the finest county of them all came shortly after the Second World War.
Norfolk loyalists have remained deeply suspicious about changes dressed up as progress ever since that crafty reprobate Maximum Secondhomeicus launched his Best-Crept Pillage Competition for posh visitors a few centuries ago.
Norfolk has been my precious planet home for eight decades - plus a few thought-provoking months since our general election, the 22nd “ “judgement day” so far in my lifetime.
SKIPPER AT LARGE EDP, SATURDAY, AUGUST 31, 2024 12147Z Vikings ahoy!
