Today we took a trip to Hunstanton so that Polly our dog could have a good run around. She loves it down there on the beach and I'm rather fond of the place also. My favourite poet John Betjeman had a fondness for it also. Such a shame that it was shrouded in thick fog. In fact, the journey there and back was in thick fog.
An incessant northerly wind soon made my face numb and as we reached the cliffs and rocks, we turned around so the wind was behind us. Thankfully I had thought to take my scarf and wear a fleece.
Despite the inclement weather, there were quite a few people on the beach, most of them walking their dogs. It's that time of year when dogs are allowed on the beach - out of season - so we tend to make the most of it while we can.
With the wind behind us, we continued to walk to where the lifeboat and beach huts are. In all the years I've lived here, and in my visits to Hunstanton, I had not actually been to this part of the beach and wouldn't have known it existed until my wife had pointed it out.
There's even a place to sit down and enjoy a cup of tea and a snack. I imagine it is bustling during the summer months, but the fog today did lend itself rather well to giving the place a closed in feeling.
As we walked back along the sand dunes towards the main car park, we passed the little village of beach huts and I felt quite envious of their owners, imagining how useful it would be to own one and use it as a shelter and a place to get changed on hot summer days.
A visit to Hunstanton isn't complete without fish and chips and this time, we tried out a new place my in-laws had spoken highly of. It's a little way up into the town and it was a job to find somewhere to park. We each had cod and chips and a drink and I was shocked to find it costing £19! Either I'm out of touch or prices have gotten ridiculous in the last few years. Despite the cost, they were delicious and being served in a strong box ensured I didn't end up with a lap full of chips, as is the norm on occasions such as these.
The drive back home via King's Lynn for fuel was taken a little more gingerly given the weather conditions and I found myself having to flash other motorists every few minutes for failing to use their lights. I don't know what it is with some people. Surely, the automatic instinct when seeing fog is to turn on your car lights. It seems common sense isn't that common after all.
My Moodscope rating today is 71%, pretty good.
