After mine and Lucys strawberry gorge fest, we went to the beach to eat yet more strawberries - this idea was ruined by Lucy announcing that she felt sick again. Bad Lucy ruining all our lovely plans. We went to Weybourne, probably the worst beach of all time. Its made entirely of stones, there is literally not even one grain on sand on the 'beach'. Even though it seems to be some kind of stone sanctuary, people were still sun bathing on it!! ON THE STONES! Why would you even bother? Go to real beach there is one like 5 miles down the road! It must have been really uncomfortable, even walking on them hurt my feet.
Weybourne: Beach of sin
brave sunbathers
We walked about half a mile down the beach and then climbed onto the cliffy bits (more like banks then cliffs) and watched the Muckleborough display day for free. They had tanks and army vehichles whizzing across the fields and incredibly loud 1940s songs blaring out of speakers. We both decided what we really want to do was go back in time and see what war time Britain was like. But not the Blitz part. Just the 'good' bits - because Lucy loves spam.
TANKS!!
View of Cley mill from the beach
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