A 4am alarm on Sunday morning for the boxing.
POW.
Right in the kisser, etc.
I’d wager that I was the only person on the caravan site who had snaffled the dodgy modern interweb connection to connect to a stream.
It was a freak show, for sure.
But I quite like freak shows.
The early hour meant that I was able to roll out on the roadie at a traffic free time of 6:30am.
I headed out east to Wells Next the Sea, and then double-backed across to Sheringham.
It was a speedy ride out with empty roads. I got a little lost at the turnaround post.
UB40 were in town later.
A One in Ten chance to see them in North Norfolk, etc.
I had Many Rivers to Cross on the bicycle…
Plus a BONKERS Catholic camping convention outside of Walsingham.
87km later and I was back at base in time for breakfast.
I set off on a round trip to Cromer in the afternoon, walking along the beach.
I pondered packing my f717 camera for this trip. In the end I couldn’t fit it in my bicycle bag.
I was forced to shoot on the iPhone along the beach. This is the tipping point when I convince myself that the iPhone is more powerful than the camera.
I need to cut down the workflow. Shooting on a camera and an iPhone is nonsense.
I wonder if I can get away with the iPhone alone when the schools return in September?
La Vuelta highlights took up early evening.
Pretty whacked.