Beeston Bleakness: Cold Cliffs

Just a few shots taken on my iPhone from the Beeston Bump. This was a cold, blowy, mist-shrouded November afternoon, on which it felt like night was falling at about 2pm. From the top of the hill you could see the mist creeping slowly over Sheringham like a malevolent spectre. It was a good afternoon to be indoors, in the warmth, beneath a blanket or two.