Monday, 1 April 2013
A beautiful cold, clear day on the East coast, at Old Hunstanton. We visited my father-in-law, made him lunch and then spring cleaned the house, shining his windows and tidying the garden. He is 95 years old and very spry, but appreciates a little help. Afterwards, we went to the beach, to blow the cobwebs away. It was freezing, but so beautiful with those big skies and endless sands.
I know this stretch of coastline very well now, and never tire of it.
I love these beach huts. They are tucked away behind the dunes. Even when it's very cold and blowy, like today, there is always shelter here. I could feel the warm sun on my face. The boys (all three) were pounding a football on the beach, and I wandered off for a while....
Saw this...I wonder how much it is? Probably more than my house cost....
The thing that puzzles me is that I hardly ever see anyone in their beach hut. If I had one of these, I'd be there all the time (I know you're not allowed to sleep in them). I can't think of anything nicer than spending my days here. Some sandwiches, a flask, sketch books, a novel, maybe some sewing....and plenty of blankets.
Lovely to see the sun...and to have a whole family trip, which doesn't happen so much these days.