After a late start due Imogen being up in the night, we enjoyed the coffee, juice and eggs that had been left in our Welcome Pack for breakfast. We then decided to head to the nearest beach which was a couple of miles away at the seaside town of Sheringham.
We parked up in carpark behind the high street, loaded up the buggy with the girls and many, many, many necessary items for a few hours out and headed off to find the beach. We stopped at the first touristy shop we came across to buy a bright pink bucket and spade. Seren wanted to come in with me to pay the lady behind the counter herself. “I’m going to build a sandcastle” she proudly declared. ‘You’ll have to find some sand first” replied one of the other customers. I panicked thinking I’d brought us all to a shingle or pebble beach that wouldn’t be nearly as much fun for a two year old. “Hold on let me work out the tide times for you” said the lady behind the counter as she picked up a timetable of the North Sea’s comings and goings. Phew, we were in the right place after all and the fact that the tide was only just going out made me feel better about our late start.
By the time we arrived on the beach at around 11am we were the first people down there. We found some rocks to base ourselves on, I sat to feed Imogen whilst Andy and Seren raced off to paddle in the sea followed by the aforementioned sandcastle building. Andy takes this really seriously and fortunately Seren has tamed the destructive tendencies she had on our last beach holiday. Though it was cloudy, it was warm enough for swimming costumes. The clouds betrayed how hot the sun actually was and we didn’t put on enough sun cream.
After a couple of hours we went in search of lunch and found the much recommended Funky Mackerel cafe for coffee, pizza, fishcakes, a famous flapjack and a sneaky 5 minutes of Wifi.
We decided to catch a steam train to Holt and back again on the Poppy Line (officially known as the North Norfolk Railway) but Seren was most upset when we didn’t turn towards the beach again. Andy and I looked at each other, shrugged and and agreed to go back to the beach for more paddling and sand construction.
After another few hours we headed back to our cottage via Sainsbury’s for provisions and Boots for After Sun cream (bad mother!).
Barnhouse Holiday Cottages, Norfolk