Only at the same time, it must be someone else's, which makes it impossible to wander through a no-man's field or get lost in a no-man's forest. We rounded Ipswich and soon found ourselves in Norfolk County. It was getting dark, and the highway, which had begun to turn north towards Norwich, turned aside. According to the navigator, I was on the finish line to the final destination of my trip. The narrow, two-lane, dead-end road was surprisingly full of cars. "What are so many people doing in another village?"I thought, not really imagining the destination. And here he is. I suddenly found myself in a busy city with substantial old and modern buildings, full of people and transport. Great Yarmouth is not a village at all, but a place known primarily as a seaside resort since the end of the 18th century. In World War II, Great Yarmouth suffered from Nazi bombing, as it was on it that the Luftwaffe dropped the rest of the bombs, returning to base. And now, it seems, it's just one of the evil centers of England. I was circling the city, not understanding one thing: where is the sea?! Finally, as I turned onto another street, I realized that the entire coastline was lined with casinos and other entertainment centers that hid the main thing in Great Yarmouth. After parking, I got out, and the terrible, knocking wind itself slammed the car door behind me. I slipped between two casinos and found myself on a huge sandy beach, completely empty. I was chilled to the bone, but I didn't want to leave.: I was looking at a flock of swifts drawing fractals in such a wind.&In the sky above the city, I peered into the coastal area north of Yarmouth, where the propellers of thirty turbines of the Scroby Sands offshore wind farm were spinning. But most of all, I looked at the stormy leaden water surface that was beginning to merge with the horizon at dusk. There was a growing feeling that just a little more and the water would become one with the wind, fully justifying its name - the North Sea.
On the way back, I warmed up in a warm car. I turned off the tape recorder, and in order not to fall asleep, I sang songs out loud myself - for some reason by Vizbor and Tsoi. I was summing up the results in a hurry. Cotswolds - Canterbury - Rye - Hastings and Pas-de-Calais - Colchester - Dedham - Great Yarmouth and the North Sea. Three days of active autotourism, a lot of experiences and impressions, which almost erased from memory the stresses, fatigue and, in general, a lot of mileage. Thanks to my friend for the idea, thanks to my friend for her constant help, thanks to all the intentionally involved and unintentional witnesses. Thanks to those who are interested in reading. God willing, this path will continue. In the meantime, my English odometer is stuck at 700 miles. Or 1120 km, if "in our opinion". 1xbet প্রোমো কোড কি
