A bit wet overnight and for our morning walk but brightening up by lunchtime with a mostly sunny afternoon. Today we are off to explore Old Hunstanton, parking up on the roadside above the cliffs in Hunstanton. Taking a quick look at the ruins of St Edmund’s Chapel on St Edmund’s Point with a glimpse of the Lighthouse through the archway (all that remains)….
St Edmund, King of East Anglia from 855 was beheaded by the Vikings in 869 for not renouncing his faith, his head was tossed into the forest and later recovered by his men at the feet of a wolf who was keeping it safe! And so we have a wolf….
We then took a closer look at the Lighthouse, closed in 1922 and now an holiday home…
Before walking down towards this fabulous beach….
A short way along the beach, beyond the dunes and a collection of pretty beach huts, sits the flint stone village of Old Hunstanton…
Continuing along the beach a fairly deep (wellies ok but walking boots not so) divides the beach and we are forced to stay on the inland side (the tide is coming in and I certainly don’t want to get caught out!
Our turning point is Holme-next-the-sea where marshlands stretch in front of us before a stretch of low tide beach and the sea.
On our return we are trying to stay ahead of the rather black looking cloud that seems to be coming our way…
We don’t quite make it but it is fortunately short and sharp and though we get wet, the following sun and ever present breeze soon sorts us out again.
We even linger a while to watch the kite surfers – crikey they must be cold!!
A delightful 5 mile walk and home to find out what Boris has in store for us today.
Freedom Bird 
Oooh, a lighthouse and happy memories of Hunstanton. We have windsurfed on that beach, although not without drama. Mark’s boom clamp broke and he had to jury rig his sail to self-rescue. We were moments from calling the coastguard… but it is a beautiful part of the world. We loved it!
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I’ve come to the conclusion that water sports is largely a southern thing. I encountered very little activity last year when I was travelling from Cumbria to Glasgow and from Edinburgh to Cleveland whereas rarely a day goes by in Cornwall where you won’t find somebody bobbing about in the surf waiting for that ‘wave’ – perhaps its to do with the water being ‘warmer’ further south? X
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Probably, I think things are more clement further south. I have a friend who is local to Hunstanton and he gives up sailing in the North Sea a lot earlier than we do in the Solent. He told me that when his face actually went numb, he decided enough was enough! In our heyday of obsession, we used to windsurf up until around January. The sea stays warm for quite a while after summer. We know those who go through, but February is a bit brutal! We adhere to the rule that something has to be in double figures before we will go out. Either the water temperature or the air temperature!
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