A Top up of Sun and Ozone

Last Sunday we had Youngest Granddaughter over for  a visit with her Dad, Number Three Son. The morning began bright and sunny so I suggested a trip to the coast for us all. Which coast? Why,  the North Norfolk coast of course, good old 'Sunny Hunny', or 'Peterborough on  Sea' properly known as Hunstanton. This resort was the haunt of our youth. Coats and binoculars hastily thrown in the boot of the car and we set off. The drive over to the coast was uneventful and for once unimpeded with traffic delays. 

Tides out and so is the sun.

During the journey the weather began to look distinctly grey and misty. Oh dear, had I misjudged the weather? Oh well the fresh air will do us all good. The sun eventually overcame the morning's mistiness and the skies cleared to a lovely cloudless blue. 

Father and daughter.

On reaching Hunstanton we found parking easily, at the center close to the beach. Not a feat usually so easily done on a sunny Sunday. The Sunday market and a Car Boot event was in full swing in the car park behind us so we all ambled off around the stalls. Other peoples junk doesn't really appeal to me overly much, but it's a good place to sell your own junk if you have the time and inclination.  By the time we had all seen enough of the market and boot stalls it was time for some lunch. It seems to be a tradition to have a fish and chip lunch when by the sea. So we went to Cassies, on The Green, and indulged. Tasty they were too. Possibly having the taste edge on our favourites chippy, Pa Jo's in Steveston, Canada!

A seaside fish & chip lunch.

Across the Green, down by the sea front,  the new generation of Middle Age Bikers congregate on a Sunday afternoon. Their bikes all gleaming paint and chrome, parked neatly side by side. The leather clad owners ambling along the prom or eating fish and chips 'al fresco'. Gone are the days of the young roudy bikers  tearing along the sea front. These sedate bikers are the reincarnation of the once lively youngsters,  reliving their youth on powerful bikes they would have died for in their youth. 

A new older generation of Bikers,

After lunch we walked along the sea front towards the cliffs. 'Himself and I at a sedate pace along the promenade and  Jason and Grace romping along the shore line, shell hunting and beach combing.

When the promenade that protects the town from the vicious North Sea gales run out 'Himself' has to go down to the sands by the cliffs to do a bit of beach combing as well.

The cliffs are left to the ravages of the North Sea
 and frequently crumble onto the beach.

I stay up on the Promenade and patiently wait for the for them to return. The ageing joints needed a rest period before the return walk. Eventually though I got fed up waiting and amble back until I came to a food van selling cups of tea, snacks and ice creams. They have tables and chairs set out. I need no prompting and cross to the van. No, not a sensible cup of tea, it has to be a soft swirly ice cream. By the time I had almost finished it the missing beach combers had turned up. 

We ambled back to the sea front prom. in front of where the car was parked. I opted to sit and soak up the remains of the afternoon sun while the others walked along to the Amusements at the other end of the promenade.  Plenty of other people had turned out to make the most of the warm sunny day and I spent a peaceful hour just people watching before retreating to the car and the Sunday newspapers. A lovely day not one that will be repeated any more this year but we do have an urge for sea air during the winter months, so who knows?