I’m a beach bum. It should come as no surprise to those who know me that I’m blogging about beaches. It’s always been my dream to live by the sea and a beautiful beach as my garden. There mere thought of waking up every morning to the sound of the ocean filling my ears, the fresh salty air filling my lungs and a vast expanse of blue seas and big skies filling my vision, makes me want to squeal with delight. Beaches are my church. The ocean is my God. My sanctuary.
I live on the Norfolk/Lincs border and whilst my address is Lincolnshire (by about a mile), my heart is Norfolk. I grew up with Hunstanton (Hunston or Sunny Hunny to us locals) as my seaside resort, and that stretch of beach from Heacham to Holme is still my favourite. It’s home and I never tire of spending time there. If God is an ocean then the Holy Spirit, for me at least, is a sunset. If you haven’t experienced a Norfolk sunset then stop reading this right now and head to Hunny before nightfall. Trust me, you won’t regret it. They are breathtaking. Being the only East coast that faces West (check out the right side bump above London on a UK map – we’re the top of the builder’s bum; sorry but it’s the easiest way to describe it), the sun sets directly over the water and usually makes for spectacular viewing.
So when it comes to Norfolk beaches I don’t exactly need a sales pitch. I’m already sold. But I haven’t experienced them all. My Mum, God love her, would say a beach is a beach. To me though, that’s swearing. They’re like snowflakes, and indeed sunsets, all unique and worthy of exploration. So imagine my joy when I came across Steve & Alyson Appleyard’s book Norfolk Beaches– A Guide to the 50 Beaches that make up Norfolk’s coastline. I was at Norfolk Lavender at the time with my friend Claire; an Essex lass, although void of the stereotype, who was very excited by the rows of vivid purple I’d taken her to see. In the gift shop however, it was my turn to regress to pure childhood delight. I stood, for what Claire would describe as an eternity, transfixed in leafing through the pages of this book. She managed to drag me away in the end but the book refused to leave my thoughts for the next two days until poor Claire reached breaking point as I repeated, for the 69th time that day, ‘Did I tell you about this book I saw on Norfolk beaches?’ So it was inevitable I’d go back and purchase. I could hear it calling to me in bed at night. It was my destiny. I had to buy it. It wouldn’t have been right to do anything else.
50 beaches, 50 days out. That’s what Steve & Alyson did and that’s what I’ll do. All blogged here for your enjoyment. Expect photo’s galore, amusing anecdotes and multiple entries on the diverse array of beaches this wonderful coastline has to offer.