Nigel Cutting looks out of the window of his home while behind him a JCB demolishes a street of houses on Coast road in Happisburgh.
With every movement of the digger the land beneath him vibrates and shudders.
Happisburgh is falling into the sea. Nothing can stop it now. When the weather is bad chunks of the sandstone rocks are torn away and are eaten by the waves.
When Mr Cutting bought the land ten years ago the cliff edge was 90 feet away. Today it is less than 30 feet down onto the rocks.
"It's nice living by the sea, but you don't want to live in it" he says.
Most of the other residents on Coast Rd were bought out, but he was refused compensation because according to the North Norfolk Council land that doesn't exist anymore can't be bought or sold.
You may not have heard of Happisburgh (pronounced Hazeboro) as it sits on the arse end of Eastern England, just in the right place to receive the bad weather and freezing winds that birds migrating from Siberia and the Baltic arrive on.
Even before it began to fall away it was only a village of a few hundred souls, but it has often figured large in the history of England.
A few hundred yards behind Mr Cutting's caravan is St Mary's church which was built in 1086 by the Norman invaders to keep an eye over the 'wild people' of Norfolk.
In 1902 Detmar Blow built the country's first Arts & Craft house - Happisburgh Manor in the shape of a butterfly.
In 2010 archaeologists uncovered 800,000 year old flint tools the earliest evidence of human habitation in Britain.
In time these will also disappear beneath the waves to join the wrecks of the cargo ships that were sunk During World War 2 when the area was known as 'U Boat Alley'.
Read the full piece by Patrick Barkham of the Guardian here.
Thanks to Candy Sheridan of the Gypsy Council.