This weekend, I went stayed at a seaside town called Sheringham, about two hours north-east of Cambridge. I went with 34 fellow scholarship holders and their friends. We played kickball on the beach, had a hog roast feast (delicious, although perhaps not politically correct), and played Scrabble until one in the morning.

Beach houses, which people can buy to store their bathing gear, deck chairs, and surfboards. Such houses can be very expensive.

It was very, very foggy. You can’t see it from this photo (I adjusted the contrast). It was funny to see someone pushing a stroller a foggy beach.

Sand anti-buckets.

The beach was very pebbly in places. Friends delighted in how smooth and beautifully patterened the rocks were. As I understand, the smoother the rock, the older it is because it has had time to erode away.

Lunch! They fed us roast pork and pork crackling (yum…), stuffing, roast potato and chicken, green salad, potato salad, mustard, apple sauce, and chives in Crème fraîche. Dessert was fruit salad, strawberry cheesecake and some sort of chocolate caramel cake.

There were a lot of big rocks. They had furrows on the surface, showing where they had been drilled out of a larger monolith. I think someone told me that the rocks were transported to Sheringham from Scotland. Maybe it was Wales.

For Cambridge students, I thought we were pretty bad at spelling and vocabulary, actually. Ian and Rebecca put down ‘sinned’, then ‘atoned’. That’s spiffy.

It says, ‘Probably the Largest Cone in the World’.