Britain’s wEaST coast

Confused about the title? Ha!, let me explain.

We’ve just spent another week away in our motorhome, on the westerly coast of eastern Britain at a place called Hunstanton in Norfolk.

According to wiki…….Hunstanton is an east coast town but faces west and is one of the few places on the east coast in England where the sun can be seen to set over the sea.

This was our third holiday on the east coast since buying our motorhome, first was Whitby, Yorkshire, where the sun set over the sea, the second was at West Runton, Norfolk, where the sun set over the sea. Hmm?? Hunstanton, where the sun sets over the sea. It appears we’ve clocked up a 100% record of these ‘few places’ so far. 😀

We set off on the beautiful sunny Sunday of September 9th, arriving in Hunstanton around 15.00hrs. I’d previously checked on Google maps, the location of the nearest supermarket for our provisions, so we called in to collect what we needed.

T, not too impressed at me filming him after doing the shopping 😉

The campsite, which was almost opposite the supermarket, was enormous, extremely well equipped, and more like a small village with its own supermarket, take aways, cafes, bars, pools etc. It looked a tad too commercialised for our liking, but once we had found our allocated pitch, which, at the far end of the site was over 400 metres from the main hub of things, we realised we’d cracked it again. In fact we were closer to the beach, which was just a short walk away, than we were to the reception.

Once we’d sited the van, our main priority was to give Sal and Jasp a good walk, so following the beach signs, we set off, to find…..

…..another stunning Norfolk beach.

Whenever we find a beautiful beach, we always expect to find a ‘NO DOGS’ sign, but dogs were allowed for as far as the eye can see along this stretch.

Monday we decided to walk along the prom into the town of Hunstanton, which was in the opposite direction to the photo above.

The town of Hunstanton, which was very popular in Victorian times, has a lovely open and uncluttered feel to it, this pic was taken near the seafront.

This area of The Wash, is known to be extremely windy, and it was certainly living up to its reputation. The walk into the town was easy, aided by the wind. We had a coffee, then wandered around the sheltered streets for an hour or so, before deciding to head back.

The sheltered town had lulled us into thoughts of a nice leisurely stroll back along the prom, but now walking into the wind, we found ourselves being sand blasted, turning to check why Sal and Jasp had almost come to a standstill, it became obvious that we couldn’t walk back the same way we’d come, Jasp was looking extremely streamlined with the wind, and was trying to peer out through slits where his eyes were, and Sal was trying to take refuge by burying her head into his tail. So we headed back into the town, finding an alternate route back along the roads to the site.

I was quite dismayed to wake in the early hours to rain thundering down on the roof, and a howling wind rocking the van. I jumped out of bed, peered out of the window to check on the dogs day tent and the wind break, half expecting to see them wrapped around the nearby trees. They were bowing quite well in the wind, but there was no way I was going outside to take them down, so returning to bed, I pulled the quilt over my head, and lay there for a while imagining searching the site in the morning for them.

The next thing I knew, was T pulling back the roof blind, to reveal a glorious blue sky.

“Are the wind break and tent still there?” I asked.

Yes, why? he replied, rather puzzled. After explaining the night’s dramatic storm, it turns out he’d slept through the whole lot 🙄

This shouldn’t have surprised me, as many years ago, when we had a 4.8 earthquake, centred around Dudley (about 20 miles away) he’d slept through that too.

It wasn’t long before we were down on the beach again with the sun beaming down, though the temperature had dropped considerably from previous days’ in the 20’s down to 15c. The wind (yes it was still blowing) made it feel more like 10c.

A rare decent photo of me with Sal and Jasp, the steps run the full length of the prom. Our site was just up the steps and over the other side.

The site had hundreds of resident ducks, that wandered freely amongst everyone. I’ve never hand fed ducks before, but they were so tame, they just boldly waddled up, and took the food straight from my hand, not even backing off to eat, they waited for the next handout.

The best visit though, was from this mother duck and her babies.

Sat in the van that evening, I could see the beginnings of a wonderful sunset, so grabbing my camera, I dashed down to the beach, to be rewarded with…….

 Wow, oh wow!!!! What a magical experience, I stood there, totally alone on that beach to witness ANOTHER east coast sunset. I can say in all honesty, if someone had come along and offered me £100 to leave the beach at that moment, I would not have taken it. Life doesn’t get any better 🙂

Wednesday saw us back on the beach again.


Both dogs thoroughly enjoy the freedom……….and me?, well I could spend everyday there, rain or shine.

Talking of which, rain it did, just as we got back to the site, the heavens opened and it set in for the rest of the day.

Thursday our last day, and there was blue sky again 🙂

Running from the site there was an hourly land train. We’d enquired the previous day, and for £2 each with the dogs going free, we could have a round trip to the lighthouse at Old Hunstanton, which was about two miles away. Normally, we’d have walked it, but with Jasp struggling with his arthritic knees, we thought we’d give the train a try.

Well, I haven’t laughed so much in ages, and it merits a post in it’s own right………..but here’s a taster 🙂

Jasp, king of the train.

The train picks up around the site, and a couple more stops in Hunstanton, before heading up to Old Hunstanton and the lighthouse.

Once off the train, we followed the sandy footpath across the car park, and down the concrete slope to the beach.

This is where I had my second WOW!! of the holiday.

Old Hunstanton Beach, a vast expanse of sand and dunes, with hardly a soul on it.

and so much sky.

Eventually dragging ourselves off the beach, we went to have a look at the lighthouse, which is now holiday accommodation.

A view of the lighthouse through the remains of St Edmund’s Chapel.

The Chapel was built in 1272. The original wooden lighthouse, built in 1666, was replaced in 1778, after it burnt down, this was rebuilt between 1840-44 as it stands today.

Adjacent to the chapel remains, is a wooden carving of a wolf.

accompanied by this information.

I quite like the idea of the Wuffing Dynasty 🙂

Catching the land train back to the site, later that evening, we raised our glasses to another successful trip in our motorhome.