I spent the weekend recharging along the coast north off Great Yarmouth, east of the Norfolk Broads. It’s both bleak and embracing in winter. Gunmetal blue roads reflect a clear sky, muddy waves stroke a deserted beach, spidery branches burst from ivy-covered tree trunks. It’s a quiet spot to listen to the wind, to curl up with a beer in the pub, and to make sense of the crowded week just past.
