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TIME OUT NORTH NORFOLK

SOMEONE needs to provide a comprehensive weekly directory of North Norfolk arts.

And it may as well be me.

A white staffy from Essex.

Well, maybe not weekly.

Im busy.

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First up we travelled (walked) to Sheringham Museum to see ‘Drift’ by Jeanette Bolton-Martin.

It wasn’t photos on paper!

It was photos on silk!

They say: “Original cyanotypes created by Jeanette Bolton Martin, have been digitally reproduced on silk organza for the installation. The audience interacting, by allowing their walking around the space to create movement in the material. Throughout the duration of the exhibition, the silk edges of the artworks will begin to fray, simulating coastal erosion. At the end of the exhibition, the debris of frayed threads will be drifted out to sea and retrieved again.”

We say: It was really lovely looking out the tower of the museum, over Sheringham, through the beautiful, delicate works themselves representing the views.

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Barely a day later we trotted (got the train) to Cromer. If you want to see an exhibition of wonderful art works by North Norfolk artists and you’ve gone to Cromer you’ve gone to the right place.

The RNLI Henry Blogg Museum.

One of the best bits was the models of typical seaside buildings made out of driftwood found on the beach.

Its kind of the same thing as the Sheringham thing.

I think they call it a synchronicity of content and form.

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Cheers,

Martin xx

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POTTERING

potter

ˈpɒtə/

verb

gerund or present participle: pottering
occupy oneself in a desultory but pleasant way.

“I’m quite happy just to potter about by myself here”

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But it’s not without its hazards round these parts.

You might stumble into a cream tea, catch crabs or fall head first into a community lifeboat museum.

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He was quite a guy Henry Blogg.

Particularly good at taming the Devil’s Throat.

Come again?

That’s Cromer. Treacherous waters and hundreds of rescue missions from “the greatest of all lifeboatmen.”

“He was awarded the gold medal of the Royal National Lifeboat Institution three times and the silver medal four times, the George Cross, the British Empire Medal, and a series of other awards.”

But he was also beautifully modest.

He wouldn’t have, for example, written a blog.

I’m sorry.

Maybe his dog??


Cheers,

Martin x

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BRUISES

You’ve had a cup of tea, entertained the baby, watched Andrew Marr…What’s a boy to do with a head full of dreams…
That’s right!
A raft race!!
London Schmondon.

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Trouble was. It was too good.
“I was hoping for a few bruises,” bemoaned the tannoy man.
No boats disintegrated and only one rather half hearted overboard.
Oh well… a local publican in a Hawaiian skirt beats another 2 hours of wingeing to the telly about Brexit.

Plus…

Coming up in the Sheringham Carnival…

“Buxom beasties on the steam train.”

Once your tired of L…

Shut up Samuel Johnson.

Cheers,

Martin xx

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