Walcott

Around nine-thirty yesterday evening we scrambled back up onto the pebbled beach, slipping and sliding as we made our way down to the shore. The incoming waves crashed onto the beach foaming then angrily clawing at the shingle as it slipped back. We could hear our grandson Elliot say, 'don't get your feet wet!'

 Towards the west the sky was ablaze, the sun caught behind a bank of dark cloud desperate to make a last appearance before settling into the horizon. Behind the beach in the lagoon avocets busied themselves and in the marshes we could hear the last calls of the birds before night fell.

This morning to be able to breakfast in Marge amongst the salt marshes was utter joy. A marsh harrier hovered over the nesting area where the skylarks were, they became skittish at its presence. A big sky of blue and an orange of a sun lit the area. In the sky, we could hear the rise and fall of an aeroplane engine as a pilot enjoyed aerobatics over the landscape. How lucky were we to be here at this very moment in time.

First stop today Tesco at Sheringham. Then on to Cromer where we parked Marge in a very large grassed parking area overlooking the sea. And guess what. No Overnight Parking Allowed! Despite an overnight parking charge of seven pounds. How does that work then?

We walked down to the pier where the most famous act performing this year at the theatre is Jimmy Tarbuck, and that just happens to be tonight. All around people were in fish and chip heaven, which would perhaps explain why we'd seen rats happily running around a park nearby. Look at that girl. Shapely. No misshapen is the word you're looking for. Leggings that slip off the hips. An interesting look. We then walked in to the town and stopped at the church of St. Peter and St. Paul to take a look inside.

A group of volunteers were waiting to provide us with information on the church pointing out the stunning Ascension and William Morris-stained glass windows.

Outside a group of bird watchers had their spotting scopes set up pointing up at the church tower where a pair of peregrine falcons and their juvenile could be seen high up on the gargoyles. The falcons delighted us all by flying around the tower, probably aware of the attention below. Back at Marge more adulation. A couple in a German hire van were keen to take a look at her. Overnight parking for us is becoming a little difficult, but after waiting a while we joined two other vans on the seafront at Walcott.

It's a lovely spot right beside the beach. A couple who'd moved here from Leicester and retired were keen to ask about and look in Marge. We should start charging Marge. I need an agent! You're not that famous. Yet!

The view along a vast expanse of a white sand beach promises a fantastic sunset if the cloud doesn't thicken too much. Tonight we will plan our onward journey probably towards the Norfolk Broads.