Cromer 15-16 Nov 17

Apparently the drop-down bed on some Burstner motorhomes has been dropping down when it is not meant to, i.e. when driving over a bump (or similar). Having a heavy double bed drop onto one's bonce when driving along is not conducive to happy and safe motoring, therefore Burstner issued a recall to get the bed checked. We, accordingly, booked into the dealers and rather than do the journey in one hit, booked into Seacroft Motorhome (and caravan) Club site in Cromer for the night.

Although it was a cold, dank, mid-November day the site was still busy, but we were warmly welcomed by the friendly warden and soon pitched up and bimbled into Cromer. English seaside towns are always better in the winter (even Cromer) when your ears are not battered by the sound of hideous amusement arcades and your nose damaged by the awful whiff of greasy cheap burgers and ghastly candyfloss. We wandered onto the pier; don't ask me how long it is because we couldn't see the end of it in the fog, but we did say hello to the lifeboat and spent some dosh in the RNLI shop. We then retired to the pub and spent so long deciding whether or not to eat there that they stopped serving. Off round the corner to the bakers for a sausage roll to keep us going. It was bloody awful - not going back there again. Finally, we headed back to the site and had a rather nice meal in the restaurant.

The following morning it was off to Rollesby, into the dealers and a walk to the delightful Waterside Restaurant on Rollesby Broad for the best breakfast you can get anywhere. Wandering back we stopped briefly (about half an hour) for a very amusing chat with a local who was planting winter pansies in some flower beds under command of the local Women's Institute, who had obviously put the fear of God into the poor chap, bullying him into doing this community work.

Back to the dealers. The bed was fine, so off we went home. 

Rollesby Broad