It was lovely! After his praise of Blackpool it was sublime. I saluted him respectfully and departed with a soul full of awe.
For I had not then seen Yarmouth. On the next day I did.
Then my wonder vanished.
I had seen something of the Yarmouth yahoos at Gorleston.
For the democratic price of twopence, steamers bring them up the river, past the teeming wharves and shipbuilding yards of the Yare, and belch them forth to stare upon Gorleston's "slowness."
Our placid Gorleston sun smiled on their hurry and pain with its customary calm complacency. Our lazy Gorleston sea rocked itself benignly with its usual hushing swish. Our deliberate Gorleston sea-gulls indolently flapped their wings.
And the Yarmouth yahoos yawned and hastened away in disgust.