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Leith on Life: Solitude at the seaside

I never saw a British seaside town I didn’t like. Foreign travel crippled them. EasyJet and Ryanair bayoneted the wounded. And yet here they still are

I’m in Cromer, on the Norfolk coast. Crows maunder on the fairway—or so I imagine. Ever since reading Robert Lowell’s Waking In The Blue, I can’t see a crow on level ground not “maundering,” though here it’s not a fairway but a bowling green. I think. Anyway, crows there are; and they maunder. On the cliff path there are poppies—one or two, bright red in their pomp. And out further over the railing, from the window…

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