Old Hunstanton

 

Our first morning on holiday was wet. Wet, wet, wet. We walked a little way round Dersingham, then headed back to the cottage for a quick lunch, all the while keeping our fingers crossed for some sunshine. 

This must have worked as, by late afternoon when we headed down to the beach along flower-lined footpaths, the clouds had started to clear and sun begun to shine.

The last of the clouds cleared away leaving skies of glorious blue.

From the Cliff car park we headed north along the shingle towards Old Hunstanton. The sea meanwhile retreated towards Skegness on the opposite side of the Wash. I've been here many times but don't think I've ever seen such an expanse of sand.

We reached the Old Town Cafe in Old Hunstanton too late for cake but just in time for a cup of tea before closing. This is a lovely spot, once a private lifeboat house, situated next to the current lifeboat station just off the beach.

Old Hunstanton is one of those places that I've driven through but never stopped at, so we decided to have a walk around - past the Le Strange Arms hotel, calling in at the gallery/antiques centre opposite, up to the main road, and back via narrow village lanes.

Then with the sky remaining gloriously clear, it was time to laze a while in the dunes and watch the kite surfers out at sea.