Footprints...

...in the sand.

Another coast day today for us, and we were glad of the breeze.  The wind at the coast was strong enough that Tim didn't have to get his legs out in shorts today, even with the heat!

We first drove to Thornham and had a wander around the boats and jettys that were there.  There were also some interesting bits of wood sticking out of the marsh.

 From there we drove to the cliff top carpark at Old Hunstanton, and walked up the coast to find some lunch (scone = plus bacon and brie baguette - lovely!) and have a look at the beach huts.  They were particularly difficult to photograph, being back off the beach and in the dunes.

We dropped down onto the beach as the tide was going out and managed to get out onto a sandbank.  We could watch people swimming and paddling in the sea that were closer to the shore than we were - definitely odd!

We walked the other way along the beach past the car park and found the wreck in the extra.  This was the Steam Trawler Sheraton, which was used for target practice and then wrecked in 1947.

After returning to the carpark and stopping for ice cream (tubs of blackcurrant and salted caramel) we drove back towards the cottage a little, stopping at the beach at Holme-next-the-sea.  This was a really quiet beach, we only saw maybe a dozen people on it - significantly less than were at Old Hunstanton.  The footsteps in the main blip are from here.

We called back in at Thornham on the way back, and marvelled at how much it had changed since this morning.  The tide was now out, so where we had rivers this morning we now had vast expanses of mud.

We then drove back and straight to dinner at the Fat Cow.  This was basically a high quality burger van in a field, with added picnic tables.  It is open between Thursday and Sunday and was obviously very popular with the locals.  The food was excellent - recommended!