Sheringham, a pretty little sea side town on the Norfolk coast, thrown back in time to the 1940’s for a weekend, in which all the smells sounds and sights of the 40’s could be experienced by all. Spam sandwiches, check. Soldiers, check. Steam Train, super check!
Excitement was in the air as vintage fans of all ages were welcomed to Sheringham with the smell of the Steam Trains. Run by the North Norfolk Railway, the event entered it’s 18th year. It attracts people from all over the country that have a passion for the 40’s, history, steam trains, or just fancy a really good day out.
As a first timer at this event, I had an idea of what to expect, but after giving our tickets to the conductor I felt like I had stepped back in time to a bygone era. Despite it only being 11.30, we settled down at a small table on the platform to take in all the sights and sounds, enjoying the hubbub as people met friends and welcomed newcomers. Even the children were getting involved; there was a little girl running around in full evacuee attire.
As a person that is not adept at containing excitement, I exclaimed something along the lines of ‘lets go on the Train!’ Climbing aboard a carriage, we sat with our wine, waiting for the Train to depart, presenting a perfect opportunity for pictures in our retro gear. Suddenly with a squeal of it’s whistle, the train lurched forward as the sound of the pistons and wheels rolled into action.
The Norfolk countryside is one of the most beautiful in the country, however with the Sun shining and viewed from the majestic Train, the rolling hills and blue Sea took on an even more enchanting scene. A cheeky look out of the window towards the front of the train, reminded us of the charm and class of the Locomotive.
We arrived in Weybourne, where the frivolities continued, with people gathered on the platform cheering the train as it arrived at the station. Once again we were being jerked forward and onto the charming town of Holt. We pulled up at the station with yet more vibrancy of the 40’s era being felt. Upon alighting we were ushered through a narrow gap in the fence, where we greeted by a chap playing some tunes on his Ukulele. We were then drawn towards the tents with lots of pretty wares for sale. We perused the clothes and nicnacs that had been long forgotten, but were being brought back to life with aplomb by those with a fascination and admiration for the era. There was something for everyone, clothes, memorabilia and books. Whether it was Deadmensspex or Chrissy’s 1940’s emporium, there was bound to be something to tempt you.
After a quick stop for some lovely cake, we decided to take a trip back to our collective youth, with a ride on Pride of The South, a merry go round built in 1893. This is the exact ride that appeared in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, with all original horses and organ still operating.
As the urge for chips on the seafront took over we hopped on the train back to Sheringham retracing our journey through the Norfolk landscape and towards the sea.
The day out had been so much more than I could have expected or wished for. The weather was fine and atmosphere buzzing, a great day out and amplified love of all things 40’s and Norfolk. There were smiles all round as we took the modern train down the Bittern line, back to the 21st century.