The seaside town in winter is a rather charming place. Gone are the crowds, the ice-creams and the candy floss – all is calm. It’s usually freezing, but it’s invigorating having the whole place to yourself – especially if the sun’s shining.
Hunstanton, in Norfolk, is an hour’s drive away from where we live. It doesn’t take much to pile in the car and head over there for a few hours. It’s not particularly picturesque, and there’s quite a lot of concrete. In the summer I’d rather choose somewhere prettier, but in winter it has its own peculiar appeal. Shut up shops, biting winds, greedy seagulls – there’s something rather British and eccentric about it that appeals to me.
We like to gather shells on the sand – pretty pink ones and razor shells are all in plentiful supply at Hunstanton. Then we squelch around in the sticky quicksand (as my boys call it) until our fingers and toes are numb with cold.
When the icy wind gets too much we pile into a fish and chip shop and buy some to eat by the sea. Hot, salty chips to be eaten greedily before they go cold. We’re often harassed by a seagull or two (actually, make that twenty).
After that, the lure of the amusement arcade begins to call to us. Mostly through a desire to warm up. We spend half an hour wasting money on the 2p sliding machines before it all gets a bit a too much. There’s an art to trying to win two matching prizes for two children, I can tell you.
And then it’s off to find a warm drink before the drive home….
Do you like the seaside in winter as much as I do?