East Runton, High Street c.1955
Photo ref: E11009
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Photo ref: E11009
Photo of East Runton, High Street c.1955

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Once Cromer and Sheringham became popular as holiday destinations, the Runtons (the villages between the towns) enjoyed the benefits of the overflowing holiday trade. From the early 20th century, two- or three-storey properties were erected as guest houses, some also containing shops. Such developments were undreamt of by locals in these sleepy fishing hamlets a generation before.

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A Selection of Memories from East Runton

For many years now, we've been inviting visitors to our website to add their own memories to share their experiences of life as it was, prompted by the photographs in our archive. Here are some from East Runton

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I was lucky enough to be born and brought up in East Runton. I spent many happy summers playing on the beach. We lived in Buxton Close, the Brick Lane bit, and at the beginning and end of the summer, the caravans would be moved off the clifftops to the storage at the top of our lane. I remember that nearly every week in the summer, someone would hold a jumble sale in the village hall, and we ...see more
Hi, I am still trying to find the whereabouts of Belinda Armsden, does anyone know any more about her family?
My parents owned a caravan on what is now Seaview Caravan Park and as a child I remember going down onto the beach with my brother. My parents and an uncle called Sparky and his wife all went down onto the beach and put up at least 5 windbreakers in a circle. We hired a beach hut and kept all the deckchairs, spades, buckets in it, we also had a primus stove so our parents could ...see more
I was born in Leicester in 1958 and shortly afterwards my dad and nana bought a caravan that was sited at Mr Metcalfe's site on Brick Lane. Our caravan was called Niaroo and was sited next to an apple tree. We had to fetch water from a tap and empty the buckets daily. We had to walk across the site to use the toilets. I can remember tucking my nighty up inside my coat and donning my wellies ...see more