Salthouse

This morning after some rain in the early hours we were able to enjoy the morning sun whilst we breakfasted. The parking area was quiet, just us, the other van and a couple of dog walkers.

We'd picked the best spot for Marge with views up onto the heathland where someone recently had lit a fire using charcoal which was mostly unburnt. John took a bag and cleared it away. One of the rules of wild camping is to leave no trace. If someone does leave mess, then please clear it up if possible. Let's protect nature and preserve these precious overnight spots.

Leaving Wiveton we decided to check out another overnight stop at Salthouse right at the end of the beach road. We took a walk up onto the beach the pebbles shifting under our feet. Before we could see the sea, we could hear the waves sucking the stones off the beach as they pulled back ready to batter the shore once again.

Nearby skylarks were nesting amongst the vegetation. Conscious to be respectful of them we tried not to make too much noise.

In the ditch alongside Marge a heron stood, sensing our presence it flew on to the road further up. Three words described the area. Peaceful. Idyllic. Nature.

Today Marge smells a little sweeter. Angela has prescribed soda crystals a remedy our Marge swore by. We had decided to drive back to Wells-next-the-Sea in the hope the twisting and turning roads would dislodge the sediment stuck inside her waste water tank. Many years ago we stayed at Wells one new year, and parked Marge in Polka Road just a short distance from the property we'd stayed in.

A walk took us alongside the quayside of the working port and down to the beach with its colourful beach huts where we sat a while and read before returning to look around the town, passing on the way the lifeboat horse sculpture which stands in the harbour. The weather has been glorious today despite rain and thunderstorms forecast. The wind is now up, blowing from the southwest. We are hoping for yet another stunning sunset this evening here at Salthouse.