Hunstanton, a Victorian seaside escape. A red cliff full of fossils. A ship-wreck. A lighthouse that you can sleep in, and a low tide.
I drove here spontaneously one Wednesday afternoon. It was just under a two hour drive, and I remember looking at the clock and seeing it was already 1 pm and thinking that it would be silly to drive so far so late. But irrationality won, and I don’t think I could have picked a more perfect time to go. The golden hour light reflected on the sandbar. Everyone was walking on water.