Easter "Ramblings".Steam Trains, Sheringham.

Now is that rambling as in talking a load of "squit "as us Norfolk folk say, or rambling as in lovely walks, you be the judges, I hope it is the latter.
The first little jaunt was a short one, parking at Upton Staithe, and wandering along the back roads for a little way on  a hazy sunny Good Friday, nosing at the lovely gardens on the way, a glimpse of a lovely pond , passing a farm the cows were lazing in deep straw about a foot thick, big brown eyes , shiny russet hides, so content and chewing and contemplating the day quietly, not me, the cows!!Wandering on we found the turning off towards the woods, we passed some sheep, they looked like a kind of special breed of sheep, chocolate brown with large curly horns.Carrying on towards the woods, we stopped  a while on a small wooden bridge, and peered down into the water, we caught a glimpse of a grass snake hiding amongst some water plants, it heard us and swam silently awasy.the woodswere flecked with dappled sun, a lovely perfume wafted on the breeze, the Bluebells were in bloom, a haze of lilac blue on the woodland floor,
Saturday, we did the touristy thing, and visited Sheringham Park, but we decided to not stay in the actual park but walk out to the Weybourne Cliffs, Sheringham Park was bustling with people , ramblers , picnicers, cyclists, dog walkers, we took a little map from the tourist info and planned our route, taking in various viewpoints overlooking rolling countryside and off into the distant hazy sea, walking down steep woodland paths we carried on to what i called the Gazebo, but what is called The Temple, built of white stone at the top of a small hill, we decided it was time for lunch and so sat and had our picnic under a nearby tree away from the public path and the noise and bustle, it was so peaceful, sitting atop the hill looking out towards the sea, and contemplating how long it would take us, plenty of refreshment breaks on the way for energy!!
Next leg of our journey took us along the hoggin type road infront of the large Mansion House, on the way being nearly run over by over zealous mountain bikers!!Oh to be near the Sea and way from this, we came to the little kissing gate, and carried on to our right, along by some fields , which in mid summer will probably be full of meadow flowers, we crossed the road, and took the narrow path up towards the railway bridge,we sat on the wall for a moment incase the steam train came along but it didnt, so sat looking over the countryside, nearby a White throat was singing in the Hawthorn bushes, and we saw a Grey Partridge in the field, a tick for me.singing gaily above us were Skylarks, they always make me smile, and I always remember schooldays in summer laying in the grass on the school field looking up at them and listening to their lovely happy song.

We walked along the cliff tops for a little while and sat and had more lunch, then lay down and dozed for a little while, it was warmer when we lay down as the wind was quite stiff and cool, but it didnt stop the Sand Martens , they swooped and dived so close to us just above the edge of the cliffs, you could almost touch them it seemed.

On the way back excitement leaning over the railway bridge there it was, chugging towards us a thick grey swathe of smoke in the distance, it got steadily closer we could feel the rumbling, we waved, the driver waved back and pulled the whistle, then with an almighty hiss, a huge plume of white steam enveloped us, the smel a mix of scorching steam and oil and smoke, rumbling off behind us.