A Good Day For Flying a Kite

Today we decided would be a lazy one. So after a late start, we headed out in the car towards Cley-Next-The-Sea. We have a lot of affection for our satnav, but she does get flustered at times. Doris helpfully suggested we take a number of turns which were unsuitable for motor-vehicles (both deep fords and door mirror removing narrow lanes), but she generally gets us there.

As it was today we were pleased because she delivered us at lunchtime in a place called Wiveton. We had never heard of the place, but its only a couple of minutes drive from Blakeney and has a deightful pub called The Bell. An hour later, the kids were becoming restless so on to Wells we went, headed for the beach armed with buckets and spades.

The girls enjoyed themselves whilst Mum and Dad cowered in the lee of a groyne. The wind was freezing cold.