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.

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.

Wiveton Down Nature Reserve

Morrisons Stamford, thank-you. If only Tesco, Sainsbury, Aldi etc. could see the bigger picture they may also see the benefit. We spent over forty pounds in the Morrisons store, money we would have spent elsewhere if they hadn't allowed overnight parking in their otherwise empty car park. And as an added bonus last nights sunset sky was wonderful!

Todays lunchtime destination was Hunstanton in north Norfolk. On the way we realised Marge had an odour problem. Charming! Her waste tank was emitting a rather unpleasant smell up through the plug holes of both sinks. Not nice Marge. Some googling gave us some ideas on how to resolve the problem. Parking for vans at Hunstanton, daytime only, is along the seafront. The sun was out and the temperature up. We sat on a bench beside Marge to eat lunch, the vast expanse of the north sea before us.

After we walked onto the beach to look at the red and white striped cliffs. The base of the cliffs carstone, sandstone and pebbly sandstone topped with chalk.

After speaking to some local people who were with the van behind Marge we drove along the coast passing through the pretty villages of Thornham and Brancaster. Yet another windmill caught our eye, along with views to the coast. The roads narrow, the views beautiful made driving a little tense especially when a sign stated 2.2 metres wide. We're going through Marge; you trim little beauty. Our planned overnight stop at Wells-next-the-Sea wasn't up to much so we moved along the coast to Cley-next-the-Sea where we were greeted with yet another No Overnight parking sign at the nearly empty beach car park.

John had seen a park up at nearby Wiverton so we headed there. Result. After negotiating the potholes we parked Marge in the parking area at the nature reserve, Some local ladies had just finished an outdoor yoga session and greeted us with smiles. We're O.K. here Marge. Chill. Tucking Marge in to a corner we walked out.

 The views were fantastic. Down below a campsite for pigs. Their little shelters of green symbolised tents.

The views were incredible. We saw a flash of red and realising it was poppies headed down for a closer look. We'd already spotted the stove pipe on a van parked nearby. In the early evening sun, the ground bled. Stunning.

Overhead military aircraft,  two Hercules and two Ospreys circled. What a view they must have had. We spoke to the young couple in the van who seemed a little nervous we might be the 'van police'. They'd only been living in theirs for two months and were still finding their way. By the time we returned to Marge they were parked near us. 

After a clear day tonight's setting sun was joyous. Blues and pinks surrounded a ball of orange, changing every second as it slipped towards the horizon. Wiveton Down Nature Reserve is a dark sky discovery sight and we are hoping the cloud that is starting to drift across will not stop us from stargazing. 

Stamford

Yesterday evening the call of a cuckoo from trees near the racecourse reminded us of our time in France earlier this year. France, where the sun shone, remember Marge? Hopefully the weather will settle down on Tuesday as forecast.

This morning our fellow campers began to slowly drift away. Some arrived on Thursday and seemed a little lost at having to leave. Where next for them we wondered.

For Marge, we had decided to stop around half way to Norfolk at Stamford in Lincolnshire. This is an area we don't know and were looking forward to taking a look at. The drive involved the M40 motorway which was busy with lorries. We kept Marge at an average speed of 55 mph. Less fuel consumption. Our overnight stop came highly recommended, and as we needed food shopping an overnight stop at the Morrisons supermarket seemed ideal. We've been away a week and apart from the first night we have paid, so time for some freebees. 

Stamford is a bustling town with beautiful seventeenth- and eighteenth-century stone buildings, older timber framed buildings and five medieval parish churches.

The architecture makes the town a popular film location. We walked around comparing the town with Oxford, the Cotswolds and even France.

High on top of one of the buildings sat a 1.9-metre-high statue of the Greek god Hermes. Not a sight you see every day.

Across the road from Morrisons is St. Leonards Priory a fine example of twelfth century Norman architecture. After the dissolution of the monasteries in the sixteenth century the site became a farm and the priory was unbelievably converted to a barn.

We are hoping for a quiet night here in Stamford. This is a first for Marge, she's never had a sleep over at a supermarket before. Might be the first of many. Tomorrow Norfolk, Marge.