I'm lucky that where I live is pretty close to several different beaches / sea side resorts, so when my friend and I decide that we've had enough of the same old scenery we can take off and thirty minutes later be by the sea.
Sunday was one such day and we spent a glorious afternoon, basking in the sunshine on the (not so comfy) pebbles of Sheringham beach. When we parked we were immediately drawn to the old school steam train that all the local enthusiasts were cooing over and I figured that I might as well take a quick snap while the dude had his head peeking out of the window.
We then took a wander around the town, through the cute little streets lined with the stone encrusted buildings and bunting. We gradually made our way (after a de-tour through a pub to listen to a seriously catchy jazz band) down to the sea front where the sea walls were lined with chalk art, some of which was created by local kids!
We meandered our way down to the beach where we had a paddle (yes, it was very cold) and even spotted a marriage proposal!
After pretty much nodding off on the beach, all that was left was to climb the annoyingly large amount of steps back to reality and head home!