A day at 'Sunny Hunny' with the grandsons and our friend the 'man in the ghillie suit' let us use one of his hideaways, a beach hut in the dunes.
Goodness knows what he uses it for, probably smuggling barrels of brandy, claret and fine tobaccos. We'll never know. Anyway a good day was had by all but the sea kept running away from us, every time we caught up with it the waves simply went further away.
Given a couple more hours and I think we'd have lost the children in the Netherlands. Meanwhile feast your eyes on the Norfolk Bog Door Blue, what a bonus.