Walking the Norfolk Coast - Part 2

Cart Gap to Horsey (continued from Part 1)

On the cliffs to the east of Happisburgh a line of wooden bungalows runs parallel to the sea. They extend as far as the public car park and the beach access at Cart Gap, where the foreshore levels off as the cliffs diminish. From here to Winterton-on-Sea the coastal defences protect the flat agricultural land. Our journey continues from here to Horsey.

A left turn off the coast road just through Happisburgh leads down to the beach car park at the popular, Cart Gap. This can be a busy place during the summer months, not only with beach users, but also with boat owners and jet skiers - a substantial timber slipway is provided for their use.

Adjacent to the car park is the entrance to the Bush Estate, a development of bungalows and seaside style chalets. This settlement - snuggled down in the lea of the marram hills - is quite extensive. It consists of several unmade roads, flanked with residences of eclectic architectural styles. There is a shop on site and many of the property owners reside there all the year round.
The estate owes its existence to a proposed railway extension from Mundesley to Happisburgh, approved by Parliament in 1897, but never built. Local entrepreneurs, anticipating the large increase in visitor numbers that the growing popularity of the area, and the railway would bring, bought up land for the development of coastal holiday villages. An event that none of them could have foreseen then intervened. The 1914-18 war changed everything; the fashionable image of the area evaporated.

The Bush Estate had been intended as a starting point, with the buildings eventually extending as far as Walcott. Lack of demand finally killed off the ambitious plans. Much of the land was requisitioned for agriculture during the 1939 - 45 conflict, and was eventually sold off to the farmers. Small plots of land were sold to individuals who then built their preferred design of holiday bungalow. Modern day controls would make it impossible to create anything similar to the Bush Estate, which in all honesty can only be a good thing. Having said that I do feel that it has a certain charm.
The bungalows of the Bush Estate thin out into a single line along the edge of the marram hills stretching as far as Eccles-on-Sea. Beach Road leads down to the village, which now consists of just a few permanent dwellings. They are clustered around a gap through the hills, which takes you down onto the beach. The original maritime and agricultural community of Eccles was a substantial one. Flooding, around the year 1600 destroyed most of the village; in 1605 there were only fourteen dwellings left. The constant erosion of the land then continued until the church tower eventually stood alone on the beach. It was used as a landmark by mariners until it finally fell during a gale in 1895.

The next village along the coast almost suffered a similar fate in 1953; at Sea Palling seven villagers’ lost their lives and much of the village was destroyed. Many of the original dwellings, a public house, and several business premises were lost. Most of the buildings now edge the road leading down to the beach car park or are grouped around the 14th century church of St Margaret.
Like many places along the coast of Norfolk, Sea Palling has a proud history of lifeboat service. For many years two boats operated out of the village and were supported by a coastguard station. The record boards that show the details of the numerous rescues are now displayed in the church.

The main attraction of Sea Palling for the summer visitor is the excellent sandy beach. This has a somewhat unnatural appearance caused by the effect of the offshore reefs that form the new sea defence. On the day that I visited it was very hot, and very busy; the crowded beach had a Mediterranean look about it.

Like many of these ancient Norfolk villages Sea Palling has a ghost story. The spirit of a woman in grey clothing haunts the Hall Inn; she has been seen on several occasions over the years. A strong smell of tobacco - without any obvious explanation as to the source - has also been noticed.

A short walk from Sea Palling brings you to Waxham Hall. Built in the 16th century the Hall now stands about two hundred yards from the sea. At the time of construction this distance was some fourteen miles. Much of the original building still stands, with a high boundary wall and a gateway facing towards the sea. Unfortunately, the arched opening is now blocked with a 20th century piece of corrugated iron. The church stands nearby, next to the imposing structure of Waxham Great Barn.
The barn, constructed in 1570, was recently restored at a cost of a quarter of a million pounds. This is said to be one of the finest examples of agricultural buildings in the Country, and is a very large and very impressive thatched structure. Although a car park was built next to the barn, the public does not have access. There is some disagreement about further funding to make the building suitable for visitors. The fear is that the money may be wasted, because at some time in the future the structure might be destroyed, or seriously damaged, by flooding. I did notice recently that some builders were at work at the site. Hopefully, we may yet have the opportunity to see inside the building.

About two miles further along the coast road you will see an unmade roadway on the left, leading towards the dunes. About one hundred yards down this track is a National Trust sign declaring custodianship of Horsey Estate. From here the track leads to a large open area used as a car park. There is a short walk to the beach. This is a secluded spot, which is very popular with dog walkers.

The parish of Horsey is a small community. If you drive through you will notice that the land is well wooded, with few dwellings. You should take a right turn down a narrow road that leads you to the church, and Horsey Hall; little of the Hall can be seen from the highway. It was built in 1845 for the Lord of the Manor, Robert Rising. The nearby thatched church of All Saints dates back to at least the 12th century, and some parts may be even older than that. The south wall has a stained glass window representing Miss Catherine Rising, who died in 1890. She is depicted dressed in a red gown, painting at her easel in the Hall.

Continuing the journey you will come to the National Trust car park at Horsey windpump. This building - restored in 1961 - stands against the edge of the road at the end of Horsey Dyke. Boats moor here in the summer having come from the Broads system across Horsey Mere. There is a walk from the windpump along the dyke to the mere. This is an area popular with birdwatchers. Many visitors make use of the small shop for their souvenirs and ice creams.

Horsey also has a ghost story; on warm summer nights the sounds of laughing and calling children can be heard in the precincts of the mere. In ancient times - so legend has it - bodies of dead children were not buried, but were weighted and cast into the waters. If you are interested in hearing the ghostly children, I am told that June 13th is the favoured date.

Our journey is almost at an end. I hope I have whetted your appetite and that you may take time to visit the area I have described. I am sure that you will find it a rewarding experience.
Time now for refreshment! As you travel back through Horsey watch for a right turn that takes you into Beach Road, here you will find a traditional public house, curiously named, The Nelson Head. The welcome will be a warm one; real ale and good food is available. If the company is lively, and the beer is flowing, you may well meet someone who has heard the ghostly calling of the children, at Horsey Mere.

Walking the Norfolk Coast - Part 1

Bacton to Happisburgh

If you like to relax on a Sunday morning with a cup of coffee and one of the broadsheets, you will undoubtedly have noticed the regular appearance of articles relating to the north coast of Norfolk. These are usually found in the travel or property sections. The writers seem to be having a love affair with the area of the coast between Hunstanton and Sheringham. This area is becoming increasingly fashionable; an ex- Prime Minister is now said to be occupying a property there. How times have changed.

Before the outbreak of war in 1914, the area of the county favoured by the affluent and the social elite, was further south. Centred on the Cromer and Overstrand area, it extended along the coast towards Great Yarmouth. The area’s desirability was generated by the writings of Clement Scott; in 1883 his romanticised descriptions of ‘Poppyland’ - a name he coined for the area - appeared in the Telegraph. When accessibility was improved with the coming of the railway, demand increased even more; in 1908 the rail journey time between London and Cromer was just under three hours.

The post-war years brought great change however, the rich and famous did not return to patronise the grand hotels and the area went into a gradual economic decline. The anticipated development - as an upmarket holiday area - of the coast south of Overstrand, did not materialise. Working class families were the new customers, seeking seaside holidays with less expensive accommodation.

Prompted by my lack of knowledge of its history and topography, I decided that I would set out and explore this quieter, less developed part of the coast. Over last summer I walked and drove around the coastline between Bacton and Horsey, discovering a working environment relying chiefly on agriculture. The seasonal visitor is catered for, but in a restrained way. The effect on the local economy caused by the holiday industry is less obvious than further

north. The species ‘BMW’ is less frequently spotted and pretty brick and flint cottages - so popular in north Norfolk as second homes - are few and far between.

As you travel south around the coastline you will notice that the cliffs gradually diminish in stature, becoming dunes. The sand is bound together by the roots of marram grass. These marram hills provide protection for the low-lying land, and communities, from inundation by the sea. The beaches and marram hills are glorious in the summer, and wonderful windswept havens of solitude in the winter. This piece of coast possesses some of the finest bathing beaches in Norfolk; there is clean sand in abundance to keep the children busy.

Extensive sea walls and breakwaters supplement the natural defences and have recently been reinforced by reefs of Norwegian stone, placed at enormous cost, off the beach at Sea Palling and Waxham. This expenditure was prompted by concern that due to the predicted sea level rise, all this land - which forms a natural gateway to Broadland - will be under increased threat from a North Sea surge, last experienced in the floods of January 1953. Flooding has affected settlements here for centuries; the village of Eccles was destroyed during such an event. Writings from the religious communities that existed in the area over a period of several hundred years, reveal the great hardship and damage caused by regular coastal flooding.

This landscape has also undergone change due to constant coastal erosion. Thousands of acres of land have been lost, and many structures that were erected at what was thought to be a safe distance from the eroding cliffs and beaches, are now at risk.
The village of Bacton was once a major maritime centre peaking in importance during the 17th century. Today’s bounty comes from beneath the seabed in the form of natural gas. The industrial complex of the Gas Terminal dominates the village. Erected during 1968/69 it has developed steadily over the years, most recently with the addition of the Interconnector. This underwater pipeline allows gas to be exported and imported to and from the Continent. The presence of the site has not deterred the faithful holidaymakers, many returning to Bacton year after year to stay in the caravans or chalets on the edge of the beach.

Just off the main road - through the village towards Walcott - are the remains of the once substantial Bromholm Priory. This was founded in 1113 as a satellite of Castle Acre. It became famous in its own right during the 13th century when the monks claimed to have a piece of the Cross on which Christ was crucified. This relic was said to have healing powers. Naturally this increased the number of pilgrims and consequently the income.

I walked down to Bacton beach on a beautiful still morning, passing en-route the highly original façade of the gift shop. Turning to the east I headed towards Walcott, a village best known for the piece of road that runs for several hundred yards along the sea wall. It is possible - if you can find a space in summer - to park and look out to sea. Fish and chips and ice cream are available nearby. The beach is very popular with the users of Jet Skis, who launch from there; driving at high speed through the surf they provide an entertaining spectacle for visitors.

From Walcott can be seen the tower of Happisburgh Church, jutting from the landscape. It occupies an imposing position on the cliff top only a short distance from the sea; the oldest buildings of the village are grouped around it on three sides. Approaching the church on foot, the height of the tower (110 feet), plus the elevation of the ground on which it stands - and the close proximity of the beach - creates a sight unique in Norfolk. It has been said to me that this place has an emotive atmosphere. It does have a melancholy feel even when the sun is shining, but a visit in winter when the breakers are crashing onto the beach, can be an affecting experience. This is a sad place. A reminder of the unremitting cruelty of the sea is all around, recorded on gravestones and memorials. Many young men lie here, taken in their prime by the sea. Treacherous sands off this part of the coast have exacted a heavy toll on mariners over the years.

On the 16th March 1801, HMS Invincible was wrecked on the sands with the loss of some four hundred lives. One hundred and nineteen of the ship’s company lie buried in the churchyard; in 1998 a memorial stone was laid over the grave. Nearby, a gravestone records the drowning in 1899, of a twenty-eight year old Master Mariner from Barton-on-Humber. Another - erected by public subscription - refers to the loss of the barque ‘Young England’ in 1875, with six lives lost. During the last war the bodies of three members of the Merchant Navy were taken from the sea at Happisburgh, and interred here.
In 1789 seventy ships and six hundred men were lost off this coast. This disaster led directly to the building of two lighthouses at Happisburgh, one on the cliff top (demolished in 1883) and a taller building further inland. This is the red and white-banded landmark that remains today. Trinity House transferred the ownership of the building to the Happisburgh Lighthouse Trust in 1990. Volunteers now welcome visitors during Sunday afternoons throughout the summer months. The views from the lantern room more than repay the climb; from this height the vulnerability of the land to incursions by the sea is fully revealed.

Tucked away behind the church in Happisburgh is the local hostelry, The Hill House. A plaque on the wall records the visit of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in 1903. He is believed to have formulated the idea for a short story during his stay. The landlord’s son was in the habit of writing his name in the form of matchstick figures; this intrigued the writer and inspired the Sherlock Holmes story The Dancing Men. Conan Doyle is not the only writer to have used this area as a locale in a work; Devices and Desires by the crime novelist P.D.James, is also set on this piece of the coast.

Before we move on from Happisburgh I must recommend a visit to the Cliff House tearoom. There is an excellent view of the lighthouse from the garden tables, and the home cooking is first class. The choice of sandwiches available is interesting, including both banana, and Marmite. The road outside the tearoom ends abruptly at the cliff edge, starkly illustrating the effects of coastal erosion. Suitably refreshed I shall move on to Cart Gap.

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