California, England. It’s not where you expect to find a California, but there it is, clinging to the Norfolk cliffs, next to Scratby. We would tell our schoolfriends we went to California every year on vacation, slightly forgetting to mention it was 6000 miles to the right of the one in the States. And marginally less glamorous. Or hot. This is the Pleasure Beach in Great Yarmouth, the highlight of every childhood summer holiday.
Yours truly squinting in the sun. Some very lovely old beach huts here, next to the rackety old fun fair.
A relic from the 70s, when the world was high on Star Wars and the fair was a riot of screaming colour and noise.
The Pink Panther says it all, really, doesn’t he? Still here.
I’m saying goodbye to Scratby, driving off through the chocolate-box villages to Kent.
Episodes one, two and three are here ‘if you’re fond of sand dunes and salty air…’
the vibes 
The Pink Panther does indeed say it all, and there’s a lot to be said for escaping there.
It’s so much fun, doing the nostalgia trip. Charming little box of memories!
Twenty pence a ride indeed, but… What does it do?
Well, all I can say is I was released without charges, and I won’t be trying that again!
Had me fooled! Can’t beat the great British seaside.Oh you can… just back from Santorini, thank you for all the photos you posted from there which prompted us into going- lived up to expectation & has to be the best place ever to take photos.
I love your style of photography Mark. The colours always jump off the screen and you take pictures of cool stuff like star wars robots.
Hi Josh, thanks for the feedback. I always seem to be trying to brighten up my crappy old phone pictures. I was a massive Star Wars fan back in 77!
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